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Works  by  John  Boyle  O'Reilly. 

Life  of  John   Boyle   O'Reilly.     By   JAMES 

JEFFREY  ROCHE.  With  introduction  by  CARDINAL  GIB 
BONS.  Poems  and  speeches  edited  by  Mrs.  JOHN  BOYLE 
O'REILLY  (Cassell  &  Co.,  New  York;  T.  Fisher 
Unwin,  London.)  i  vol.  8vo. 


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Songs  of  the  Southern  Seas ; 

Songs,  Legends  and  Ballads  ; 

Statues  in  the  Block  ; 

In  Bohemia, 
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LIBERTY 4 

THE  DUTY  OF  MARTYRDOM      ...      4 

THE  PATRIOT 5 

WINNING  CAUSES G 

CHANGE     ......  G 


ESTIMATE 

THE  IMMORTAL  POET 
THE  BURDEN  OF  MANHOOD 
NATURE  AND  CHRIST 
AUTHORITY        .... 
MAN'S  SECRET  OF  STRENGTH    . 
THE  UNITY  OF  MAN'S  BLOOD    . 
THE  CATHOLIC  CHURCH    . 


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THE  PILGRIM  FATHERS  .  .  .  .7 
AMERICANISM  FOR  IRELAND  ...  7 

PLYMOUTH  ROCK 7 

THE  GROUNDWORK  OF  TRUE  LIBERTY  .  8 
MAN'S  GROWTH  AND  FREEDOM'S  GROWTH  9 
THE  BOSTON  MASSACRE  ....  9 

DEMOCRACY 10 

THE  TOWN  MEETING  .  .  .  .11 
MAN'S  EIGHT  AND  STATES'  RIGHTS  .  .11 
GOD'S  ALCHEMY  OF  EXILE  .  •  .11 
AMERICA'S  STANDING  ARMY  ...  12 
THE  CHRISTIAN  COMMONWEALTH  .  .  I2 

A  MAN'S  WORD 13 

GOD'S  TEST 13 

FALSEHOOD'S  PUNISHMENT  .  .  .13 
LIFE  .....•••  18 

WOMEN  AND  MEN 13 

EXPERIENCE 14 

DUTY 14 

THE  HIDDEN  SIN 14 

WOMEN  AND  FIRST  LOVE          .        .        .16 

LOVE'S  SECRET I5 

DISTANCE 16 

WHEN  WOMEN  MAKE  GOOD  MEN     .        .16 

TO-DAY i6 

OLIVER  WENDELL  HOLMES  .  -  .16 
THE  SORROW  OF  HAVING  ...  17 
THE  LURE  ....  .  •  .17 
DISRAELI  .  ...  .  .  .17 


Contents  ix 

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THE  CULTURE  WORTH  GETTING  .  .18 
BOHEMIA  AND  SOCIETY  .  .  .  .18 
THE  WORST  DEFEAT  .  .  .  .19 
IRELAND'S  MOTHERHOOD  .  .  .  .19 
A  MAN  OF  THE  WORLD  .  .  .  .20 
WOMAN  SUFFRAGE  .  .  .  .  .20 

REFORMERS 20 

THE  DAILY  NEWSPAPER    .        .        .        .21 

MONEY 21 

A  JOURNALIST'S  CODE  OF  HONOR  .  .  22 
MEN'S  FRIENDSHIP-BREAKERS  .  .  .22 
THE  POET'S  SUCCESS  .  .  .  .22 

MARY 22 

PRICELESS  THINGS 23 

A  LADY 24 

WORK  AND  TRUST 25 

CHARACTER  IN  MUSCLE  .  .  .  .26 
BONE  AND  SINEW  AND  BRAIN  ,  .  .26 

INHERITANCE 27 

THE  LOVING  CUP  OF  THE  PAPYRUS  .        .    27 

THE  TEST  OF  TIME 28 

OUR  DUTY  TO  THE  FUTURE  AMERICAN     .     28 

FACTS  AND  TRUTHS 29 

A  MAN  AND  His  FRIEND    .         .         .         .29 

PEACE  IN  POWER 29 

THE  KIND  WORD  UNSPOKEN    .        .        .29 

A  BLUNDERER 30 

A  BUILDER'S  LESSON  .  .  »  .30 
MOTIVE-CENTRES  .  .  .31 


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WORK-TEST  AND  LOVE-TEST  .  .  .31 
THE  LOVE  THAT  LIVES  .  .  .  .31 
WHEN  GOD  SPEAKS  :  .  .  .  .  32 
POETS  AND  PROPHETS  .  .  .  .32 
DOUBT  ...*•••  32 

Loss  AND  DEFEAT 32 

THE  MEAN  SOUL'S  GAIN    .        .        •        .33 

AT  BEST 33 

THE  INDESTRUCTIBLE  RIGHT  .  .  .33 
A  REASON  FOR  MERCY  .  .  .  -34 

REALISM     .        . 34 

THE  MEASURE  OF  VITALITY      .  .34 

IRELAND 35 

A  NATION'S  TEST 35 

FREEDOM'S  MARTYR  •     35 

THE  SEED  OF  SACRIFICE    .        .        .        .     3(> 
ROBERT  EMMET 
TIME  AND  GREAT  MEN       .        .        •        .3(5 

THE  HIGHER  BEING 37 

ENGLAND  AND  IRELAND  .  .  .  .37 
EDMUND  BURKE  .....  38 
O'CONNELL  .  .  •  •  .38 

THOMAS  MOORE 

WORD  AND  DEED 39 

SOCIAL  OSTRACISM  AND  SLAVERY      .        .     39 
THE  IRISH-AMERICANS       .        .        •        .40 
MAKE  PEACE  AT  THE  SOURCE  OF  ENMITY      40 
TYRANTS    , 
JOHN  MITCHEL 41 


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BOSTON  AND  REVOLUTIONS  .  .  .41 
THE  LESSON  OF  CRISPUS  ATTUCKS  .  .  42 
LEGAL  SINS  ....  42 

POLITICS 43 

WENDELL  PHILLIPS 43 

A  LIVING  FLAG 43 

THE  LAND  ACCURSED  .  .  .  .43 
SOLDIER  AND  CITIZEN  .  .  .  .44 
GOD'S  BUILDING  ...  44 

THE  NEGRO  AMERICAN      .        .        .        .45 

THE  TORY 45 

SOCIAL  DANGERS  AND  THE  HIGHER  LAW  .  40 
BEWARE  OF  THE  WRONGED  .  .  .  4G 
THE  FLOWER  OF  THE  TREE  OF  FORCE  .  47 
REAPING  THE  WHIRLWIND  .  .  .48 

THE  HEBREW  RACE 43 

THE  ARISTOCRAT 49 

BLUE  BLOOD  IN  AMERICA  .  .  .  .49 
A  SEED  .....  49 

THE  SOLDIERS'  SONG  .  .  .  .50 
THE  LIFE  OF  THE  TREE  OF  LIBERTY  .  51 
THE  UNION  OF  FREEMEN  .  .  .  .51 
THE  DEMON  OF  MODERN  PROGRESS  .  52 
HARVARD'S  FIRST  COLORED  CLASS  ORATOR  53 

A  WHITE  ROSE 53 

THE  BANYAN  TREE  OF  EVIL     .        .         .54 

LIVE  IN  TO-DAY 54 

THE  SCAR  THAT  is  A  STAR         .  .54 

IRELAND  FOR  ALL  MEN'S  FREEDOM  .  55 


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LIFE  AND  LOVE  .  .  .  .  .55 
SHAM  BRAVERY  .  .  .  .  .55 
THE  NEGRO  AND  POLITICAL  PARTIES  .  56 

AUSTRALIA 5G 

BOSTON 57 

LOVE  ANCHORED 58 

BEYOND  THE  GRASP  OF  DEATH  .  .  58 
AN  AUTOBIOGRAPHY  .  .  .  .59 


PORTRAIT  OF  JOHN  BOYLE    O'REILLY 

(In  color)  .  .  .  Frontispiece 
THE  LIGHT  SET  ON  A  HILL  .  .  Title  page 
WEST  AUSTRALIAN  SCENE  vi 

THE  ATHLETE'S  CREDENTIALS  .  .  vii 
CANOE  OF  THE  POET  ....  xii 
PRESIDENT'S  END  OF  THE  PAPYRUS 

CLUB  TABLE,  BOSTON  .  .  .  xiii 
DARTMOOR  PRISON,  ENGLAND  .  .  xiv 
PALMS  OF  THE  SOUTHERN  SEAS  .  .  xvi 
THE  UNFINISHED  TOWER  '.'  "\  .'  .  xvii 


PAGE 

THE    POET'S    SUMMER    HOME,    HULL, 

MASSACHUSETTS      .         .        Facing  xxiv 
E  AC-SIMILE  OF  MANUSCRIPT  OF   POEM 

"  WHAT  is  GOOD  ?  "        .        Facing  xxxii 
THE  O'REILLY  CREST     .        .        .        .       xli 

SHAMROCK xliii,  60 

SHIP  "  GAZELLE,"  IN  WHICH  O'REILLY 

ESCAPED  FROM  AUSTRALIA      .        .      xliv 
PORTRAIT  OF  JOHN  BOYLE  O'REILLY, 
After  the  painting  by  Edgar  Par 
ker  Facing  I 

THE  POET'S  MANUSCRIPT      ...          i 
CANOEING  ON  LAKE  DRUMMOND    .    Facing  26 
BUST  OF  THE  POET,  BY  T.  H.   BART- 
LETT  (Taken  from  the  clay)       Facing  36 
THE     CANE-BRAKE     OF     THE     DISMAL 

SWAMP Facing  45 

THE  DEATH  MASK  OF  GENIUS,  (Taken 

from  the  clay)        .        .        .     Facing  58 


JOHN   BOYLE  O'REILLY 

Poet  and  Literary  Worker. 


BY 

KATHERINE  E.  CONWAY. 


JOHN  BOYLE  GTREILLY 

Poet  and  Literary  Worker 


Truer  in  their  application  to  himself 
even  than  to  the  poet  for  whom  they 
were  written,  the  words  of  John  Boyle 
O'Reilly  : 

The   singer  who   lived  is   always    alive,  we 
hearken  and  always  hear. 


But  in  his  case,  the  memory  of  the 
man  who  is  gone  is  still  so 
vital  and  energizing  as  greatly 
to  divert  the  thought  from  the 
poet  who  remains. 

It  was  not  an  Irishman,  but 
a  son  of  the  Puritans,  who 
wrote  of  John  Boyls  O'Eeilly  : 

I  wish  we  could  make  all  the 
people  in  the  world  stand  still  and 
think  and  feel  about  this  rare, 
great,  e^.quisite-souled  man  until 
they  should  fully  comprehend  him. 
Boyle  v/as  the  greatest  man,  the 
finest  heart  and  soul  I  knew  in 
Boston  and  my  most  dear  friend. 

There  are  a  favored  few  to 
whom  this  tremendous  praise 
is  but  the  plain  arithmetic  and 
prose  of  John  Boyle  O'Reilly. 
Tlu'.y  are  the  sharers  of  his 
daily  labors ;  to  whom,  after 
jrears  of  the  crucial  work-day 
test,  he  still  remained 

The  selfless  man  and  stainless  gen 
tleman, 

their  hero. 
One    of   these,  set  to   estimating  the 


poet  and  literary  worker,  finds  it  hard 
to  move  against  the  current 
that  makes  for  retrospect  of 
the  noble  character  and  extra 
ordinary  personal  charm  of  the 
man.  Yet  his  work  reflects 
himself  so  faithfully  that  in 
the  "Watchwords/'  culled 
from  his  poetry  and  prose, 
which  follow,  we  have  at  once 
the  man  and  the  artisan. 

"His  poems/'  wrote  Oliver 
Wendell  Holmes,  "  show  what 
he  might  have  been  had  he 
devoted  himself  to  letters." 
Rather  do  they  show  what  he 
might  have  been  had  he  lived 
out  all  his  days,  maintaining 
what  the  same  appreciative 
critic  recognizes  as  his  higher 
claim,  "  a  true  and  courageous 
lover  of  his  country  and  his 
fellow-men/7  and  letting  that 
love  have  voice  as  it  would. 

It  is  interesting  to  note  how 
a    poet    defines  a   poet.     John   Boyle 


O'Eeilly  wrote  thus  in  the  last  year  of 
his  life,  of  poets,  whom  he 
called  "The  Useless  Ones"  : 

Poets  should  not  reason : 

Let  them  sing ! 
Argument  is  treason  — 

Bells  should  ring. 

Statements    none,    nor    ques 
tions- 
Gnomic  words, 
Spirit-cries,  suggestions, 
the  birds. 


m 


He  may  use  deduction 
Who  must  preach ; 

He  may  praise  instruction 
Who  must  teach. 

But  the  poet  duly 

Fills  his  part 
When  the  song  bursts  truly 

From  his  heart. 

=H=         #          ^          ^ 

As  the  leaf  grows  sunward 
Song  must  grow; 

As  the  stream  flows  onward 
Song  must  flow. 

1  Useless?     Ay,  —  for  measure ; 

Roses  die, 

But  their  breath  gives  pleas 
ure  — 
God  knows  why ! 

Except    in     his     sincerity     and    spon- 


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taneity,   Boyle   O'Reilly  did  not   fulfil 

his     own   definition.      No 

singer  he  of   songs   to   be 

matched    with    bells    and< 

roses ;  but  a  poet  such  as 

he  describes  otherwhere,  of 

—  God's  right  and  the  human 

wrong, 

The  heroes  who  die  unknown, 
and  the  weak  who  are 
chained  and  scourged  by 
the  strong. 

In  no  other  guise  could 
the    poet's   vocation    have^ 
had  much  charm    for   one  5-$ 
who  seeing  terrible  human 
needs  and  immutable  truths 
clearly,  felt  upon  his  soul 
"the   great  but  acceptable 
burden  of  manhood  —  the 
allegiance    which    a     true 
man  owes  to  the  truth/' 

Yet   a  few  of  his  lyrics  $ 

—  flawless  gems  of  poetry 

—  prove  that  if  he  had  not 
seen  a  higher  thing  to  do 

it    for,  he,  like   any  of   "The   Useless 


xx 


Ones,"  could   have  done  "the  singing 
for  itself." 

We  need  but  name  "  Her 
Kefrain,"  "Jacqueminots,"  and 
"Love's  Secret."  This  last 
named,  a  little  poem  of  five 
stanzas,  given  first  before  his 
beloved  Papyrus  Club,  is  thus 
commended  by  Thomas  Went- 
worth  Higginson  : 

Verses  so  exquisite  in  tone, 
touching  with  such  pathetic  poetry 
the  very  heart  and  core  of  the 
deepest  tie  that  binds  man  to 
woman,  that  there  is  many  a  poet 
of  America  and  England,  whose 
verses  fill  the  newspapers  and 
magazines,  who  might  well  give  all 
his  fame  if  the  authorship  of 
these  five  verses  could  be  trans 
ferred  to  him. 

Yet,  even  here  is  the  "  de 
duction"  against  which  he  lifts 
a  warning  finger  : 

Love    lies  within     the     brimming 

bowl  of  sense  : 
Who   keeps   this    full   hath  joy  — 

who  drains,  affliction. 

Beginning   one   of  his  best   narrative 


xx 


poems,  "The  Statues  in   the   Block/' 
he  strikes  this  major  chord  : 

"Love  is  the  secret  of  the  world," 

he  said  ; 
The  cup  we  drain  and  still  desire  to 

drink. 
The     loadstone    hungers    for  the 

steel  ;  the  steel, 
Inert    amid  a  million    stones,   re 

sponds  to  this. 
So  yearn  and  answer  hearts  that 

truly  love  : 
Once    touch    their    life-spring,   it 

vibrates  to  death  ; 
And  twain  athrill  as  one  are  nature- 

wed. 

But  he  makes  the  joy  of  tri 
umphant  love,  and  the  hot 
wrath  of  love  deceived  and  dis 
honored,  and  even  the  pure 
passion  of  the  patriot  for  his 
suffering  motherland,  pale  be 
fore  the  glory  of  the  love  pu 
rified  of  self  by  suffering  and 
loss,  and  thus  fitted  to  tri 
umph  over  death  — 

—  the  love  beyond 
The  biding  light  that  moves  not, 

and  whose  symbol  in  the  marble  is    "  a 


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beginning,    not    an    end." 
closing  lines, 


From    the 


3? 


When   God  gives  to    us    the 

clearest  slight, 
He   does   not   touch  onr  eyes 

witn  Love,  but  Sorrow  : 

stretches  over  a  decade 
of  years  a  strong  but  in- 
visible  thread  which  joins 
them  to  what  are  almost 
his  latest  written  words  : 

The  sweetest  happiness  we 
ever  know,  the  very  wine  of 
human  life,  comes  not  from 
love,  but  from  sacrifice. 

He  l)llblished  compara- 
tively  little  subjective  poet- 
ry;  but  in  his  narrative 
p0ems  an(j  poems  of  great 
causes,  the  sincerity  of  the 
man  could  allow  of  no  illus 
trations  save  those  which 
were  the  outcome  of  per 
sonal  experience  ;  so  that 
there  are  many  pathetic 
subjective  touches  in  his 
poems  the  most  distinctly  objective. 


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In    the    little    poem    appended,    we 
think   Boyle    O'Reilly  has 
touched     the    high  -  water 
mark  of  his  lyrical  poetry. 
He  calls  it  wi* 

A    TRAGEDY. 

A   soft-breasted   bird   from 

the  sea 

Fell  in  love  with  the  light 
house  flame ; 

And  it  wheeled  round  the  tower 
with  the  airiest  wing, 

And   floated  and   cried  like  a 
love-lorn  thing ; 

It  brooded  all  day  and  it  flut 
tered  all  night, 

But  could  win  no  look  from 
the  steadfast  light. 

For  the  flame  had  its  heart 

afar,  — 

Afar  with  the  ships  at  sea ; 
It  was  thinking   of    children 

and  waiting  wives, 
And  darkness  and  danger  to  ,  J 

sailors'  lives ; 
But   the   bird  had   its   tender 

bosom  pressed  §, 

On  the  glass  where  at  last  it  ' 

clashed  its  breast.  (    . 

The  light  only  flickered,  the  /* 

brighter  to  glow ; 
But  the  bird  lay  dead  on  the  rocks  below. 


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The  poem  has  a  value  apart  from 
its  pathos  and  its  beauty  ;  for 
the  "  light-house  flame  "  is  very 
like  the  heart  of  the  poet, 
||  which  could  not  rest  long  in 
the  pleasant  things  of  life  near 
at  hand,  but  went  afar  with 
the  ships  at  sea,  to  his  brother- 
man  on  the  remotest  shore, 
wherever  there  was  agony  un 
der  oppression,  or  struggle  for 
freedom. 

John  Boyle  O'Reilly  has  been 
called  the  Poet  of  Liberty. 

But  his  Liberty  is  "God's 
Daughter,"  the  sister  of  Duty 
and  the  sister  of  Faith,  and 
her  realm  is  the  whole  earth, 
for  all  men  are  brothers. 

I  am  Liberty  !     Fame  of  nation  or 

praise  of  statute  is  naught  to 

me; 
Freedom  is  growth  and  not  crea 

tion  :  one  man  suffers,  one  man 

is  free. 
One  brain   forges   a  constitution; 

but  how  shall  the  million  souls 

be  won? 


xxv 


Freedom  is  more  than  a  resolution  —  he  is  not 
free  who  is  free  alone. 

But  in  prose  and  poetry  his 
insistence  is  less  on  Liberty 
than  on  the  Human  Brother 
hood.  Intelligent  men  need  no 
demonstration  of  the  beauty 
and  rectitude  of  liberty  for 
themselves.  The  point  of  dif 
ficulty  is  to  convince  them  of 
other  men's  right  to  equal 
blessing.  The  unity  of  the 
human  blood  is  the  warrant 
for  the  equality  of  the  human 
right;  and  this  conviction  gives 
its  color  to  all  Boyle  O'Reilly's 
literary  expression. 

Cut  into  his  poems  where  you 
will,  you  always  find 

The  heart  within  blood-tinctured 
of  a  veined  humanity. 

The  Irish  blood  is  the  gulf- 
stream  of  humanity.  In  no 
other  current  of  the  great  rest 
less  ocean  does  the  passion  for 
the  ideal  of  freedom  throb  so  fiercely  ; 


XX  VI 11 

in  no  other  current  is  it  so  easy  to  take 
the  sounding  which  "uni- 
'fies    all,"   and  proves   our 
racial      divisions      to     be 
>  "mere   surface    shine   and 
shadow."      But    this    was 
never    realized     in     New 
England,    until    after    the 
warming  and  softening  cur 
rent  had  floated  John  Boyle 
O'Reilly  thither. 
5      He  is  greatest  not  in  his 
[poems  for  his  native    Ire 
land,  though  his  "  Exile  of 
the   Gael"   is  the  noblest 
tribute    the    English    lan 
guage   has  ever  paid  her; 
not   in  his  poems  for  Am 
erica,  in  the  best  of  which 
only  Whittier  and  Lowell 
have  surpassed  him;  but  in 
the  poems  which  overleap 
nation   and   race   barriers, 
like  "  Crispus  Attucks,"  or 
commemorate  a  hero  of  hu 
manity  like  "Wendell  Phillips." 


Cgtiruate.  xxix 

Of  the  Wendell   Phillips  poem—"  It  is 

worthy  of  the  great  orator," 

wrote  terse  and  scrupulous 

Whittier,  who  both  as  poet 

and  life-long  admiring   in 
timate  of   the  dead,  would 

naturally  be  exacting. 

"I    am    proud   to  know^J 

the  man  who  wrote  it;  he 

can  quit  now,  his   lasting 

fame     is     assured,"     said 

George  W.  Cable    of    the 

same  poem,  adding,  "This  J 
poem    will     always    shoot 
above  your  usual  work  like 
the  great  spire  in  the  Ca 
thedral  town." 

There  was  strong  friend-/, 
ship  and  near  spiritual  kin 
ship  between  Wendell  Phil 
lips  and  John  Boyle  O'Eeil- 
ly ;  and  it  was  only  poetic 
justice  that  the  great  Am 
erican  orator  who  gave  "the 
best  he  could  do  "  to  Daniel 
O'Connell,  should  have  for  his  own 


xxx 


imperishable  eulogy  the  best  of  the 
heart  and  brain  of  the  greatest 
Irishman  of  his  later  day. 

But  whatever  resemblances 
in  the  mind  and  soul  of  Phillips 
and  O'Reilly,  there  was  little 
in  literary  expression  except 
the  tendency  to  epigram. 

O'Reilly's    prose    style   was 
terse,  strong,  and  dramatic  ;  but 
it  had  not,  either  in  the  written 
or  spoken  word,  and  with  his 
habit    of    mind,    never   would 
have    had,     those    touches    of 
homely    drollery    with    which 
Wendell  Phillips  could  ease  the 
descent    of     hearer   or   reader 
from   the   heights  whither  his 
eloquence    had    carried   them. 
We  are  not  comparing  oratory 
—  that    would     be     absurd  - 
but    simply    prose    expression. 
O'Reilly's    "Common    Citizen- 
Soldier"  goes  well  with  Wen 
dell  Phillips'    "Abraham    Lin 
coln."     They   should  stand  to- 
g^h?rinthe  literature  of  American  pa- 


triotism.  O'Reilly  as  a  poet  had  little  in 
common  with  two  contemporary 
poets  of  Irish  blood,  esteemed 
in  Boston's  literary  circles  — 
Robert  Dwyer  Joyce  and 
Henry  Bernard  Carpenter. 
Both  of  these  were  literary  men 
pure  and  simple;  instinctive 
artists  and  beauty  worshippers, 
not  sensitive  to  the  poetic  pos 
sibilities  of  modern  causes  and 
"  isms,"  but  finding  their  most 
congenial  themes  in  a  time  full 
of  the  enchantment  of  distance. 
The  one  was  at  his  best  in  the 
old  heroic  age  of  Erin;  the 
other  in  mediaeval  France  or 
ancient  Greece.  But  O'Reilly 
as  man  and  poet  was  essentially 
of  his  own  time.  Here  and 
Now  absorbed  his  sympathy 
and  endeavor ;  and  the  city 
streets  he  daily  trod  were  sug 
gestive  to  his  muse  as  the  Ac 
ropolis  or  even  the  hill  of  Tara 
would  never  have  been.  O'Reilly's 


poetry  has  many  points  of  contact  with 
both  Whittier's  and  Low- 
1  ell's.  His  temperament  gave 
^S^^j^^fa  ^  a  quicker  pulse   and   a 
i.,  warmer  color  than  the  ascet- 


by  poetic   intuition,  could 
,  sing  of  war  and  love,  but 
O'Reilly  had  been  soldier 
and  lover.    But  their  blood 
V  rose  with  equal  indignant 
bound  at  the  word  of    in- 
^  justice  or  oppression,  and 
e  people    knew    it;   for 
!  O'Reilly   was   the    chosen 
Laureate  of  the  lowly  ones 
where  Whittier  would  have 
been    in   the    day  of    his 
•  strength.     No  man's  heart 
answered  as  did  Whittier's 
to  O'Reilly's  "  Crispus  At- 
^  tucks."    A  glorious  passage 
in  this  poem  is  the  stanza,— 

O  blood  of  the  people !  Change 
less  tide  — 
There  are  no  parallels  for  it  in  American 


..  -       "7    . 

»*-*•      f<**-T  n^-e—*-  t^f          Hs^/~        >Ce-k_^          " 


IP£*  6<~6_  ria.;// 


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patriotic  poetry  save  that  passage  from 
Lowell's  "  Commemoration 
Ode,"  beginning 

That  is  best  blood  which  has  "3 

most  iron  in  't 
To  edge  resolve  with,  pouring 

without  stint 
For     what    makes    manhood 

dear ; 

and  that  stanza   from   his 
"  Present  Crisis  "- 

Mankind  are  one  in  spirit. 

But  Lowell's  reaction 
from  inherited  Puritanism 
made  him  an  analyzer  and 
a  doubter.  O'Reilly  was 
held  to  the  Catholic  Church 
by  an  attraction  as  strong 
in  the  spiritual  as  the  at 
traction  of  gravitation  is 
in  the  natural  order.  "I 
am  a  Catholic,"  he  said,  "as 
I  am  a  dweller  on  the 
planet." 

Lowell  doubted.  O'Reilly 
affirmed.  Lowell  had  a  gentlemanly 


toleration  for  others'  security  of  faith. 
O'Reilly  had  a  profound  respect 
for  sincerity  of  conviction  and 
fidelity  to  light  wherever  he 
found  them.  And  this  without 
the  least  compromise  of  his 
own  convictions.  Out  of  no 
other  temper  could  have  come 
his  poem  for  the  "Pilgrim 
Fathers/'  whose  power  to  stir 
his  soul  was  not  only  in 

Their  manly  virtues,  born  of  self- 
respect, 

but  also  in  his  grand  conception 
of  their  God-given  mission : 

They  sowed  the  seeds  of  federated 
Man. 

When  "the  Irish  singer's 
paean  to  their  Fathers  "  reached 
"the  undemonstrative  Yankees' 
heart."  they  gave  place  to  him 
as  to  the  new  poet  laureate  of 
New  England. 

Except   the  stanzas    written 
exclusively  for  the  friendly  eyes 
and  jovial  hearts  of  his  club,  O'Reilly 


never  achieved  a  humorous  poem. 
was  intensely  earnest,  and  the 
merely  droll  or  fantastic  or  in 
genious  never  appealed  to  him. 
He  detested  such  foreign  arti 
ficial  importations  into  our 
poetry  as  the  rondeau,  the 
triolet,  the  palinode,  etc.,  nor 
did  he  take  kindly  even  to  the 
sonnet. 

He  held  the  exact  expression 
of  his  thought  in  poetry  far 
above  mere  beauty  of  phrase 
or  mechanical  accuracy  of  versi 
fication.  So  we  find  him  diversi 
fying  the  couplets  of  the  stately 
pentameter  of  his  "Pilgrim 
Fathers"  and  "  America,"  with 
an  occasional  triple  rhyme  ;  or 
ringing  a  lawless  syllable,  now 
and  then,  into  a  line  of  blank 
verse.  He  worked  hard  on  his 
poems  till  the  thought  stood  out 
clear  and  strong  Then  he  left 
them  to  their  fate.  Sometimes 
his  technique  was  criticised.  In  his 


"  Art-Master  "  he  gives  us  a  life-sketch 
of  the  prevalent  magazine 
poet  whose  verses  are  "all 
technique  " : 

He  gathered  cherry-stones  and 
•*  (          carved  them  quaintly 
r     Into  fine  semblances  of  flies 

and  flowers ; 

With  subtle  skill,  he  even  im 
aged  faintly 

The  forms  of  tiny  maids  and 
ivied  towers. 

His  little  blocks  he  loved  to 

file  and  polish, 
And  ampler  means  he  asked 

not,  but  despised. 
All  art   but  cherry-stones  he 

would  abolish, 
For  then  his  genius  would  be 
rightly  prized. 

For  such  rude  hands  as  dealt 
with  wrongs  and  passions 
And  throbbing  hearts,  he  had 

a  pitying  smile. 
Serene  his  way  through  surg 
ing  years  and  fashions 
While  Heaven  gave  him  his 
cherry-stones  and  file ! 

In    some    of    his  poems, 
however,  notably  in  "  En 
sign  Epps,"  "  The  Songs  That  Are  Not 


Sung/'     and    "Wendell    Phillips," 
reaches     a    perfection    of 
form    that  even  his    "  Art 
Master  "  might  envy. 

His  poetry  is  strong,  pure,  x 
tender,  reverent,  and  hope- 
inspiring.     He  penned  no 
morbid       or       pessimistic 
thought.     He  never  had  a. 
touch    of    the    Swinburne-  ,V 
Rossetti  scarlet  fever  in  all 
his  healthy  poetic  life. 

Writes  his  friend  and 
biographer,  James  Jeffrey 
Roche : 


lie 


'&* 


W 


The  place   in    literature  of 
John    Boyle   O'Reilly  will   be 
fixed  by  time.    When  we  study  , 
his  poems  and  speeches,   and  , 
even  his  necessarily  hasty  edi 
torial  work,  the  one  conspicu 
ous  quality  evident  in  them  is  )^ 
their  author's  growth  —  higher 
thought,    finer    workmanship, 
and,    surest  test  of  advance 
ment,  condensation  in  expres-  '*• 
sion.      .      .      .     Had  he  been 
granted  twenty  years  more  of 
life,   with    the   leisure    which    he  had  well 


earned  and  hoped  to  enjoy,  it  is  no  partial 
praise  to  say  that  he  might  have  at 
tained  the  foremost  place  in  the  lit 
erature  of  America.  .  .  .  He 
was  hampered  by  the  daily  cares  of 
his  professional  life.  He  had  no 
leisure  for  calm  thought  or  contin 
uous  work.  That  he  should  have 
achieved  so  much,  under  such  con 
ditions,  is  the  highest  proof  of  the 
great  possibilities  that  lay  behind, 
awaiting  but  time  and  opportunity 
for  development. 

Some  critics  have  already 
ranked  him  among  our  poets 
next  to  James  Russell  Lowell. 

Judge  Mellen  Chamberlain 
has  given  this  verdict : 

I  am  inclined  to  rate  John  Boyle 
O'Reilly  among  the  poets  of  his 
generation  as  the  great  ethical  poet 
of  America. 

R.  H.  Stoddard  speaks  of 
John  Boyle  O'Reilly's  genius 
as  shown  even  in  his  first  book, 
"  Songs  of  the  Southern  Seas/' 
saying : 

I  do  not  use  the  word  genius  in 
a  conventional  or  careless  sense, 
but  intentionally  and  advisedly,  with  a  full 


understanding  of  what  it  means,  or  ought  to 
mean,  to  critical  readers. 

Kichard  Watson  Gilder  also 
uses  the  great  word  "  genius  " 
for  O'Keilly. 

Edmund  Clarence  Stedman 
thus  estimates  him  : 

His  poetry  was  in  a  marked 
degree  the  expression  of  the  man 
himself  —  ardent,  aspiring,  tender 
and  strong  —  in  short,  manly,  with 
a  fine  scorn  of  petty  niceties.  In 
his  youth  it  was  charged  with  color, 
romance,  picturesque  effect  ;  in  his 
middle-life  with  thought  and  con 
viction  ;  and  always  with  eloquent 
passion  for  human  rights. 

Cardinal  Gibbons  says,  in 
line  with  this  : 


As  strong  as  it  was  delicate  and 
tender,  as  sympathetic  and  tearful 
as  it  was  bold,  his  soul  was  a  harp 
of  truest  tone,  which  felt  the  touch 
of  the  ideal  everywhere,  and  spon 
taneously  breathed  responsive 
music. 

James  Whitcomb  Riley  wrote  of  th< 


xl 


poems   collected    under    the   title    "In 
Bohemia": 

I  like  the  thrill  of  such  poems 

as  these  — 
All   spirit    and    fervor    of 

splendid  fact  — 
Pulse  and  muscle  and  arteries 
Of   living,    heroic    thought 

and  act. 
^y  Where  every  line  is  a  vein  of 

red 
And  rapturous  blood,  all  un- 

conflned, 
As  it  leaps  from  a  heart  that 

has  joyed  and  bled, 
With  the  rights  and  wrongs 
of  all  mankind. 

"A  true  poet  ...  a 
loss  to  the  world  of  let 
ters,"  wrote  Julia  Ward 
Howe. 

-j  "A  beautiful  light  too 
early  quenched,"  said  Whit- 
tier  to  the  writer  of  this 
brief  estimate,  after  appre 
ciative  words  of  O'Beilly's 
poetry. 

We    have    embodied    in 
these  pages  the  verdict  on 
the  poet  of  a  jury  of  his  peers.     Does 


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it  anticipate  the   verdict  of  posterity  ? 

We  know  not ;  but  to  us 
the  highest  praise  of  the 
poetry  John  Boyle  O'Eeilly 
has  left  us  is  that  by  the  JJ 
light  of  it  we  can  see  the 
plan  of  the  temple  which 
he  raised  to  hardly  half  its  :- 

<' 

predetermined  height,  and  ^ 
which    stands     noble    and 
beautiful  even  in  its  pite-  •*-] 
ous  incompletiori. 

Katherine  E.  Conway.    '£ 


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THE    IMMORTAL    POET. 

True  singers  can  never  die  , 

Their  life  is  a  voice  of  higher  things  un 
seen  to  the  common  eye ; 

The  truths  and  the  beauties  are  clear  to 
them,  God's  right  and  the  human 
wrong, 

The  heroes  who  die  unknown,. and  the 
weak  who  are  chained  and  scourged 
by  the  strong.  • 

And  the  people  smile  at  the  death-word, 
for  the  mystic  voice  is  clear  ; 

THE  SINGER  WHO  LIVED  IS  ALWAYS 
ALIVE  :  WE  HEARKEN  AND  ALWAYS 
HEAR  ! 


THE    BURDEN    OF    MANHOOD. 

The  great  but  acceptable  burden  of 
manhood  —  the  overmastering  but  sweet 
allegiance  that  a  true  man  owes  to  the 
truth. 


NATURE    AND    CHRIST. 

0  world  around  us,  glory  of  the  spheres  ! 
God   speaks  in  ordered  harmony  —  be 
hold  ! 
Between  us  and  the  Darkness,  clad  in 

light,  — 
Between  us  and  the  curtain  of  the  Vast 

—  two  Forms, 
And   each   is   crowned  eternally  —  and 

One 
Is    crowned   with    flowers    and    tender 

leaves  and  grass, 

And  smiles  benignly ;  and  the  other  One, 
With   sadly   pitying   eyes,    is    crowned 

with  thorns  : 

0  Nature,  and  0  Christ,  for  men  to  love 
And  seek  and  live  by  —  Thine  the  dual 

reign  — 
The  health  and  hope  and  happiness  of 

men ! 


AUTHORITY. 

Authority  must  not  forget  humanity 


MAN'S    SECRET    OF    STRENGTH. 

The  strength  of  a  man  is  in  his  sym 
pathies  :  it  is  outside  himself,  as  heat  is 
outside  fire,  the  aroma  outside  the  flower. 
A  man  without  sympathies  for  all  that 
is  rude,  undeveloped,  upheaving,  strug 
gling,  suffering,  man-making,  as  well  as 
for  what  has  been  shaken  to  the  top  and 
is  out  of  the  pressure,  is  not  a  full,  and 
must  be  an  unhappy  man.  He  is  an 
Australian  flower,  either  over  or  under 
developed,  scentless,  —  selfish  as  a  living 
fire  without  heat  for  the  cold  hands  of 
children. 


O  Blood  of  the  people  !  changeless  tide, 

through  century,  creed  and  race  ! 
Still  one  as  the  sweet  salt  sea  is  one, 

though  tempered  by  sun  and  place  ; 
The  same  in  the  ocean  currents,  and  the 

same  in  the  sheltered  seas  ; 
Forever  the  fountain  of  common  hopes 

and  kindly  sympathies ; 

Indian    and    Negro,    Saxon    and    Celt, 

Teuton  and  Latin  and  Gaul  — 
Mere    surface    shadow    and    sunshine ; 

while  the  sounding  unifies  all ! 
One  love,  one   hope,  one   duty  theirs  ! 

no  matter  the  time  or  ken, 
There  never  was  separate  heart-beat  in 

all  the  races  of  men  ! 


THE    CATHOLIC    CHURCH. 

A  great,  loving,  generous  heart  will 
never  find  peace  and  comfort  and  field 
of  labor  except  within  her  unstatistical, 
sunlike,  benevolent  motherhood.  .  .  . 
I  am  a  Catholic  just  as  I  am  a  dweller 
on  the  planet.  .  .  .  Man  never  made 
anything  so  like  God's  work  as  the  mag 
nificent,  sacrificial,  devotional  faith  of 
the  hoary  but  young  Catholic  Church. 
There  is  no  other  church ;  they  are  all 
just  way  stations. 


LIBERTY. 

I  am  Liberty,  —  God's  daughter  ! 

My  symbols  —  a  law  and  a  torch ; 
Not  a  sword  to  threaten  slaughter, 

Nor  a  flame  to  dazzle  or  scorch ; 
But  a  light  that  the  world  may  see, 
And  a  truth  that  shall  make  men  free. 

I  am  the  sister  of  Duty, 

And  I  am  the  sister  of  Faith ; 

To-day,  adored  for  my  beauty, 
To-morrow,  led  forth  to  death. 

I  am  she  whom  ages  prayed  for ; 

Heroes  suffered  undismayed  for  ; 

Whom  the  martyrs  were  betrayed  for ! 


THE    DUTY    OF    MARTYRDOM. 

The  highest  duty  that  ever  comes  to  a 
man  is  not  to  do  a  deed  of  prowess  or 
win  a  material  victory,  but  to  endure, 
suffer  and  die  for  truth  and  freedom. 


THE    PATRIOT. 

Sweeter  far  and  deeper  than  the  love 
Of  flesh  for  flesh,  is  the  strong  bond  of 

hearts 
For  suffering  motherland  —  to  make  her 

free  ! 
Love's  joy  is  short,  and  Hate's  black 

triumph  bitter, 
And  loves-  and  hates  are  selfish  —  save 

for  thee  — 


For   love   of   thee   holds  in   it  hate  of 

wrong 
And  shapes  the  hope  that  moulds   hu 

manity  ! 

#         #         #         *         #         # 

My  Land  !    I   see  thee  in  the  marble, 

bowed 
Before    thy  tyrant,    bound  at  foot  and 

wrist  — 
Thy     garments     rent  —  thy     wounded 

shoulder  bare  — 
Thy  chained  hand  raised  to  ward  the 

cruel  blow  — 
My  poor  love  round  thee  scarf  -like,  weak 

to  hide, 
And  powerless  to   shield  thee  —  but  a 

boy 
I  wound  it  round  thee,  dearest,  and  a 

man 
I    drew    it    close    and    kissed    thee  — 

mother,  wife  ! 
For  thee  the  past  and  future  days  ;  for 

thee 


The  will  to  trample  wrong  arid  strike 

for  slaves ; 
For  thee  the  hope  that  ere  my  arm  be 

weak 
And  ere  my  heart  be  dry  may  close  the 

strife 
In    which   thy   colors    shall    be    borne 

through  fire, 
And  all  thy  griefs  washed  out  in  manly 

blood  — 
And  I  shall  see  thee  crowned  and  bound 

with  love, 
Thy   strong   sons   round  thee  guarding 

thee. 


WINNING   CAUSES. 

The  causes  or  movements  that  have 
the  elements  of  assured  success  .  .  . 
belong  to  the  history  of  the  human 
race  and  not  to  a  mere  handful  of  peo 
ple  from  a  remote  corner  of  the  earth, 
and  must  be  tested  by  three  supreme 
tests:  the  test  of  right  principle,  the 
test  of  endurance,  and  the  test  of 
growth. 


CHANGE. 

Every  thinker  is  a  changer — every 
discovery  is  a  change.  Only  an  ignorant 
or  thoughtless  person  can  believe  that  a 
man  who  changes  is  a  bad  man ;  such  a 
belief  would  sink  the  world  in  stagna 
tion  in  a  day. 


THE    PILGRIM    FATHERS. 

Severe  they  were  ;  but  let  him  cast  the 

stone 
Who   Christ's   dear   love  dare  measure 

with  his  own. 
Their  strict  professions  were  not   cant 

nor  pride. 
Who  calls  them  narrow,  let  his  soul  be 

wide  ! 
Austere,  exclusive  —  ay,  but  with  their 

faults, 

Their  golden  probity  mankind  exalts. 
*         *         *         *         =*         * 

They    made    no    revolution    based    on 

blows, 
But  taught  one  truth  that  all  the  planet 

knows, 
That   all  men   think   of,  looking   on  a 

throne  — 
The  people  may  be  trusted  with  their 

own  ! 

* 

AMERICANISM    FOR    IRELAND. 

We  can  do  Ireland  more  good  by  our 
Americanism  than  by  our  Irishism. 


PLYMOUTH    ROCK. 

Here,  on  this  rock,  and  on  this  sterile 

soil, 
Began  the  kingdom  not  of  kings,  but 

men  : 
Began  the  making  of  the  world  again. 


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Here  centuries  sank,  and  from  the 
hither  brink 

A  new  world  reached  and  raised  an  old- 
world  link, 

When  English  hands,  by  wider  vision 
taught, 

Threw  down  the  feudal  bars  the  Nor 
mans  brought, 

And  here  revived,  in  spite  of  sword  and 
stake. 

Their  ancient  freedom  of  the  Wapen- 
take ! 


THE    GROUNDWORK    OF    TRUE    LIBERTY. 

In  the  name  of  liberty  not  only 
crimes  have  been  committed,  but  princi 
ples  more  vicious  than  any  crime,  being 
the  crystallization  of  a  thousand  evils, 
have  been  enunciated.  Both  civiliza 
tion  and  liberty  have  been  misrepre 
sented,  even  by  well-meaning  reformers. 
Neither  civilization  nor  liberty  can  be 
suddenly  donned  like  a  new  garment, 
or  immediately  constructed,  like  a  neces 
sary  piece  of  manufacture.  Unless  they 
are  based  on  the  moral  perceptions  and 
convictions  of  the  people,  they  are  based 
on  quicksands,  and  are  only  new  and 
more  hopeless  kinds  of  savagery,  for 
they  are  the  savagery  of  shrewdness  in 
stead  of  boldness. 


MAN'S  GROWTH  AND  FREEDOM'S  GROWTH. 

It  is  not  enough  to  win  rights  from  a 

king  and  write  them  down  in  a  book. 
New  men,  new  lights  ;  and  the  fathers' 

code  the  sons  may  never  brook. 
What  is  liberty  now  were  license  then : 

their  freedom  our  yoke  would  be ; 
And  each  new  decade  must  have  new 

men  to  determine  its  liberty. 


THE     BOSTON    MASSACRE. 

God  chose  these  men  to  die 
As  teachers  and  types,  that  to  humble 

lives  may  chief  award  be  made  ; 
That    from    lowly  ones,    and    rejected 

stones,  the  temple's  base  is  laid  ! 

*          *          *    '      *          *          * 

When    the    bullets    leaped    from     the 

British    guns,    no    chance    decreed 

their  aim : 
Men  see  what  the  royal  hirelings  saw  — 

a  multitude  and  a  flame; 
But  beyond  the  flame,  a  mystery;  five 

dying  men  in  the  street, 
While  the  streams  of  severed  races  in 

the  well  of  a  nation  meet ! 

****** 

Call   it   riot    or  revolution,    or   mob   or 

crowd,  as  you  may, 
Such  deaths  have  been  seed  of  Nations, 

such  lives  shall  be  honored  for  aye. 
They  were  lawless  hinds  to  the  lackeys 
— but  martyrs  to  Paul  Revere  ; 
And    Otis    and   Hancock  and   Warren 

read  spirit  and  meaning  clear. 


10 


DEMOCRACY. 

The  principles  of  Democracy  as  laid 
down  by  Jefferson  are  to  us  the  change 
less  basis  of  sound  politics  and  healthy 
republicanism.     .     .     Democracy  means 
to  us  the  least  government  for  the  peo 
ple,  instead  of  more  or  most.     It  means 
that  every  atom  of  paternal  power  not 
needed  for  the  safety  of  the  Union  and 
the  intercourse  of  the  population  should 
be  taken  from  the  Federal  Government 
and  kept  and  guarded  by  the  States  and 
the  people.    It  means  the  spreading  and 
preserving  of   doubt,  distrust,  and  dis 
like  of  all  sumptuary  and   impertinent 
laws.     It  means  that  law  shall  only  be 
drawn  at  disorder,  and  that  all  affairs 
that  can  be  managed  without   disorder 
shall     be     managed  without    law.      It 
means  that  all  laws  not  called  for  by 
public  disorder  are  an  offense,  a  nuis 
ance,  and  a  danger.     ...     It  means 
home   rule   in    every    community  right 
through  our  system,  from  the  township 
up  to  the  State  Legislature ;  and  above 
that,  utter   loyalty  to  the   Union.      It 
means    antagonism  to   all  men,  classes 
and  parties  that  throw  distrust  and  dis 
credit  on  the  working  or  common  peo 
ple,-  and  who  insinuate  or  declare  that 
there  is  a  higher,  nobler,  or  safer  patri 
otism  among    the    wealthy    and    more 
book-learned    classes  than  the  common 
people  possess  or  appreciate. 


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THE    TOWN    MEETING. 


Liberty  can  be  ; 

The   State  is   freedom   if  the  Town  is 
free. 


AND 

When  men  talk  so  much  about  rights 
they  must  be  willing  to  go  to  the  foun 
dation.  The  bottom  right  is  the  right 
of  a  man,  not  of  a  State.  If  the  general 
government  had  no  right  to  oppress 
States,  States  had  no  right  to  oppress 
men. 


GOD'S    ALCHEMY    OF    EXILE. 

Exile  is  God's  alchemy !  Nations  He 
forms  like  metals,  — 

Mixing  their  strength  and  their  tender 
ness; 

Tempering  pride  with  shame  and  victory 
with  affliction ; 

Meting  their  courage,  their  faith  and 
their  fortitude,  — 

Timing  their  genesis  to  the  world's 
needs ! 


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Go    stand     at    Arlington     the     graves 

among: 
No  ramparts,  cannons  there,  no  banners 

hung, 

No  threat  above  the  Capitol,  no  blare 
To  warn  the  senators  the  guns  are  there. 

But  never  yet  was  city  fortified 

Like   that  sad  height  above  Potomac's 

tide; 

There  never  yet  was  eloquence  in  speech 
Like  those  ten  thousand  stones,  a  name 

on  each ; 

No  guards  e'er  pressed  such  claims  on 

court  or  king 
As    these    Praetorians    to    our    Senate 

bring ; 

The  Army  of  Potomac  never  lay 
So  full  of  strength  as  in  its  camp  to-day  1 


THE    CHRISTIAN    COMMONWEALTH. 

Like  rays  from  that  great  Eye  the  altars 
show, 

That  fall  triangular,  free  States  should 
grow, 

The  soul  above,  the  brain  and  hand  be 
low. 


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A  MAN'S  WORD. 

There  is  nothing  of  a  man  but  the 
word,  that  is  kept  or  broken  —  sacred  as 
life,  or  unstable  as  water.  By  this  we 
judge  each  other,  in  philosophy  and  prac 
tice  ;  and  by  this  test  shall  be  ruled  the 
ultimate  judgment. 


GOD'S  TEST. 
God  !    Thou  hast  made   man  a  test   of 

Thyself  ! 
Thou  hast  set  in  him  a  heart  that  bleeds 

at  the  cry  of  the  helpless. 


FALSEHOOD'S  PUNISHMENT. 
The    punishment  of   falsehood   is   to 
suspect  all  truth. 


LIFE. 

Who  waits  and  sympathizes  with  the  pet 

tiest  life, 
And  loves  all  things,  and  reaches  up  to 

God 
With  thanks  and  blessing  —  lie  alone  is 

living. 

* 

WOMEN   AND    MEN. 

Women  .  .  are  higher,  truer, 
nobler,  smaller,  meaner,  more  faithful, 
more  frail,  gentler,  more  envious,  less 
philosophic,  more  merciful  —  oh,  far  more 
merciful  and  kind  and  lovable  and  good 
than  men. 


EXPERIENCE. 

Who  heeds   not   experience,  trust   him 

not ;  tell  him 
The  scope  of  one  mind  can  but  trifles 

achieve : 
The  weakest  who  draws  from  the  mine 

will  excel  him  — 

The  wealth  of  mankind  is  the  wisdom 
they  leave. 


DUTY. 

Duty  is   love  that  is  dead  but  is  kept 
from  the  grave  for  a  while. 


THE    HIDDEN    SIN. 

Who  hides  a  sin  is  like  the  hunter  who 
Once  warmed  a  frozen  adder  with  his 

breath, 
And  when  he  placed  it  near  his  heart  it 

flew 

With  poisoned  fangs  and  stung  that 
heart  to  death. 

A  sin  admitted  is  nigh  half-atoned, 
And  while  the  fault  is  red  and  freshly 

done, 
If  we  but  drop  our  eyes  and  think, —  'tis 

owned,  — 

'Tis  half  forgiven,  half  the  crown  is 
won. 


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But  if  we  heedless  let  it  reek  and  rot, 
Then  pile  a  mountain  on  its  grave,  and 

turn 
With  smiles   to   all   the    world,  —  that 

tainted  spot 

Beneath  the  mound  will  never  cease  to 
burn. 


WOMEN    AND    FIRST    LOVE. 

THE  first  love  of  some  women  is 
mysteriously  tenacious.  It  ceases  to  be 
a  passion,  and  becomes  a  principle  of 
life.  It  is  never  destroyed  until  life 
ceases.  It  may  change  into  a  torture  — 
it  may  become  excited  like  white-hot  iron, 
burning  the  heart  it  binds;  or  it  may 
take  on  a  lesser  fire,  and  change  into  red 
hatred;  but  it  never  grows  cold  —  it 
never  loses  its  power  to  command  at  a 
thrill  the  deepest  motives  of  her  nature. 

.  .  But  the  change  from  white  heat 
to  fierce  red  is  not  infinite.  It  is  a  tran 
sition  rapidly  made.  At  the  white  heat, 
the  woman's  love  burns  herself ;  at  the 
red,  it  burns  the  man  she  loves.  A 
woman's  hatred  is  only  her  love  on  fire. 


Love  lies  within    the    brimming   bowl 

of  sense : 
Who  keeps   this   full  has   joy —  who 

drains,  affliction. 


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DISTANCE. 

The  world  is  large,  when  its  weary 
leagues  two  loving  hearts  divide  ; 

But  the  world  is  small,  when  your  en 
emy  is  loose  on  the  other  side. 

* 

WHEN    WOMEN    MAKE    GOOD    MEN. 

Women  have  all  the  necessary  qual 
ities  to  make  good  men,  but  they  must 
give  their  time  and  attention  to  it  while 
the  men  are  boys. 


TO-DAY. 

Only  from  day  to  day 

The  life  of  a  wise  man  runs  ; 
What  matter  if  seasons  far  away 

Have  glooms  or  have  double  suns  \ 

****** 

Like  a  tide  our  work  should  rise  — 
Each  later  wave  the  best ; 

To-day  is  a  king  in  disguise, 
To-day  is  the  special  test. 

Like  a  sawyer's  work  is  life : 
The  present  makes  the  flaw, 

And  the  only  field  for  strife 
Is  the  inch  before  the  saw. 


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•V 

OLIVER    WENDELL    HOLMES. 

The  wise,  the  witty,  the  many-ideaed 
philosopher,  poet,  physician,  novelist, 
essayist,  and  professor;  but,  best  of  all, 
the  kind,  the  warm  heart. 


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THE    SORROW    OF    HAVING. 

Joys  have  three  stages,  Hoping,  Having, 
and  Had ; 

The  hands  of  Hope  are  empty,  and  the 
heart  of  Having  is  sad ; 

For  the  joy  we  take,  in  the  taking  dies  ; 
and  the  joy  we  Had  is  its  ghost. 

Now,  which  is  the  better  —  the  joy  un 
known,  or  the  joy  we  have  clasped 
and  lost  ? 


THE    LURE. 

"  What  bait  do  you  use,"  said  a  Saint  to 

the  Devil, 
"When  you  fish  where  the  souls  of 

men  abound  ?  " 
"  Well,  for  special  tastes,"  said  the  King 

of  Evil, 
"Gold   and  Fame  are  the   best   I've 

found." 
"But    for  common    use?"    asked   the 

Saint.     "  Ah,  then," 
Said  the  Demon,  "  I  angle  for  Man,  not 
men, 

And  a  thing  I  hate 
Is  to  change  my  bait, 
So   I  fish  with  a  woman   the   whole 
year  round." 


DISRAELI. 

He  employed  the  arts  and  tricks  of 
the  charlatan  ;  but  it  was  the  hand  of  a 
master  that  used  them. 


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THE    CULTURE    WORTH    GETTING. 

True  culture  is  the  culture  of 
strength,  not  of  weakness.  Who  cares 
to  bridle  and  teach  the  incomplete,  the 
effete,  the  thin-blooded  and  boned?  Do 
not  be  deceived.  Put  your  ear  down  to 
the  rich  earth,  and  listen  to  the  vast, 
gurgling  blood  of  Humanity,  and  learn 
whither  it  strives  to  flow,  and  what  and 
where  are  its  barriers.  This  is  the  cul 
ture  worth  getting,  the  culture  that  wins 
the  love  and  shout  of  millions  instead  of 
the  gush  and  drivel  of  tens.  Love  and 
hope  and  strength  and  good  are  all  in  the 
crowd,  .  .  .  and  not  in  the  diluted 
blood  of  aesthetic  critics. 


BOHEMIA    AND    SOCIETY. 

There  are  no  titles  inherited  there, 

No  hoard  or  hope  for  the  brainless  heir ; 

No  gilded  dullard  native  born 

To  stare  at  his  fellow  with  leaden  scorn  : 

Bohemia  has  none  but  adopted  sons  ; 

Its  limits,  where  Fancy's  bright  stream 

runs ; 
Its   honors,  not  garnered  for   thrift  or 

trade, 
But  for    beauty  and  truth  men's  souls 

have  made. 

To  the  empty  heart  in  a  jeweled  breast 
There  is  value,  maybe,  in  a  purchased 

crest; 


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But  the   thirsty  of  soul  soon  learn  to 

know 
The   moistureless   froth  of    the    social 

show; 

The  vulgar  sham  of  the  pompous  feast 
Where  the  heaviest  purse  is  the  highest 

priest  : 
The   organized   charity,   scrimped    and 

iced, 
In  the   name   of  a  cautious,  statistical 

Christ; 
The   smile   restrained,  the    respectable 

cant, 
When    a  friend  in  need  is  a  friend  in 

want; 

Where  the  only  aim  is  to  keep  afloat, 
And  a  brother  may  drown  with  a  cry  in 

his  throat. 
Oh,    I   long   for  the   glow  of  a  kindly 

heart   and  the  grasp  of  a  friendly 

hand, 
And  I'd  rather  live  in  Bohemia  than  in 

any  other  land. 


THE    WORST    DEFEAT. 

Putting  your  enemy  in  the  wrong  in 
the  sight  of  men  is  the  worst  kind  of 
defeat,  against  which  neither  individual 
nor  nation  can  long  persist. 


Ireland  is  a  fruitful  mother  of  genius, 
but  a  barren  nurse. 


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A    MAN    OF    THE    WORLD. 

So  he  goes  on,  till  the  world  grows  old, 
Till  his  tongue  has  grown  cautious,  his 

heart  has  grown  cold, 
Till  the  smile  leaves  his  mouth,  and  the 

ring  leaves  his  laugh, 
And  he  shirks  the  bright  headache  you 

ask  him  to  quaff  ; 
He  grows  formal  with  men,  and   with 

women  polite, 
And   distrustful   of  both  when  they're 

out  of  his  sight ; 
Then  he  eats  for  his  palate,  and  drinks 

for  his  head, 
And   loves  for  his  pleasure,  —  and  'tis 

time  he  was  dead  ! 


WOMAN    SUFFRAGE. 

Woman  suffrage  is  an  unjust,  unrea 
sonable,  unspiritual  abnormality.  It  is 
a  hard,  undigested,  tasteless,  devitalized 
proposition.  It  is  a  half -fledged,  unmu 
sical,  Promethean  abomination.  It  is  a 
quack  bolus  to  reduce  masculinity  even 
by  the  obliteration  of  femininity.  .  . 
It  is  the  sediment,  not  the  wave  of  a 
sex.  It  is  the  antithesis  of  that  highest 
and  sweetest  mystery — conviction  by 
submission,  and  conquest  by  sacrifice. 


REFORMERS. 

The  men  who  have  changed  the  world 
with  the  world  have  disagreed. 


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THE    DAILY    NEWSPAPER. 

It  is  the  biography  of  a  Day.  It  is  a 
photograph,  of  twenty-four  hours'  length, 
of  the  mysterious  river  of  time  that  is 
sweeping  past  us  forever.  And  yet  we 
take  our  year's  newspapers,  which  con 
tain  more  tales  of  sorrow  and  suffering, 
and  joy  and  success,  and  ambition  and 
defeat,  and  villainy  and  virtue,  than  the 
greatest  book  ever  written,  and  we  give 
them  to  the  girl  to  light  the  fire  ! 


MONEY. 

Mere  store  of  money  is  not  wealth,  but 

rather 
The    proof  of    poverty  and  need  of 

bread. 
Like  men  themselves  is  the  bright  gold 

they  gather 
It  may  be  living,  or  it  may  be  dead. 

It  may  be  filled  with  love  and  life  and 

vigor, 
To  guide  the  wearer,  and  to  cheer  the 

way; 
It  may  be  corpse-like  in  its  weight  and 

rigor, 
Bending  the  bearer  to  his  native  clay. 

There   is    no   comfort   but   in   outward 

showing 
In    all   the   servile   homage   paid   to 

dross  ; 
Better    to    heart    and   soul   the   silent 

knowing 

Our  little  store  has  not  been  gained 
by  loss. 


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A  JOURNALIST'S  CODE  OF  HONOR. 

Never   do   anything   as   a  journalist 
which  you  would  not  do  as  a  gentleman. 


MEN'S     FRIENDSHIP-BREAKERS. 

When  men  possess   one   secret   or   one 

creed, 

Or  love  one  land,  or  struggle  for  one  need, 
They    draw     together    brotherly      and 

human  — 
They  only  fly  apart  who  love  one  woman. 


THE  POET'S  SUCCESS. 

When  he  succeeds  in  reaching  men's 
hearts,  all  other  successes  are  as  nought 
to  the  poet's.  All  other  honors,  emolu 
ments,  distinctions,  are  chips  and  tinsel 
compared  with  the  separated  and  be 
loved  light  which  surrounds  him  in  the 
eyes  and  hearts  of  the  people. 


MARY. 

The  sweet-faced  moon  reflects  on  cheer 
less  night 

The  rays  of  hidden  sun  to  sMne  to 
morrow  ; 
So  unseen  God  still  lets  His  promised 

light, 

Through  Holy  Mary,  shine  upon  our 
sorrow. 


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PRICELESS    THINGS. 


Statesmen  steer  the  nation  safely  ;  art 
ists  pass  the  burning  test  ; 

And  their  country  pays  them  proudly 
with  a  ribbon  at  the  breast. 

When  the  soldier  saves  the  battle,  wraps 

the  flag  around  his  heart, 
Who  shall  desecrate  his  honor  with  the 

values  of  the  mart  ? 

From  his  guns  of  bronze  we  hew  a  piece, 

and  carve  it  as  a  cross  ; 
For  the  gain  he  gave  was  priceless,  as 

unpriced  would  be  the  loss. 

When  the  poet  sings  the  love-song,  or 
the  song  of  life  and  death, 

Till  the  workers  cease  their  toiling  with 
abated  wondering  breath  ; 

When  he  gilds  the  mill  and  mine,  in 
spires  the  slave  to  rise  and  dare  ; 

Lights  with  love  the  cheerless  garret, 
bids  the  ^yrant  to  beware  ; 

When  he  steals  the  pang  from  poverty 
with  meanings  new  and  clear, 

Reconciling  pain  and  peace,  and  bringing 
blissful  visions  near  ;  — 

His  reward  ?    Nor  cross  nor  ribbon,  but 

all  others  high  above  ; 
They  have  won  their  glittering  symbols 

—  he  has  earned  the  people's  love  ! 


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A    LADY. 


A  lady  is  simply  the  highest  type  of 
a  woman.      She     will     be    gentle    and 
modest,    mistress   of   temper   and  curi 
osity.      .      .      .      She    will    know    and 
honor  her  own  place  in  the  social  order, 
as      the      divinely-appointed     moulder, 
teacher,  and  refiner  of  men  ;  and  out  of 
this    beautiful    and    noble    place     she 
will    not    seek   to   move.     To    fit   her 
self    for    her     place,     she     will    culti 
vate    body    and     mind,    the     body    hi 
health  and  vigor  that  she  may  take  her 
share  of.  burdens  and  be  cheerful  under 
them,  and  that  her  work  in  the  world 
shall  be  as  fairly  done  as  her  hands  cai?  do 
it;    and  the  mind  in  knowledge,  accom 
plishment  and  taste,  that  she  may  be  a 
delight  and  a  help  in  her  home.     .     .     . 
A    lady  is   always    natural  ;    and  calm 
self-respect   and  respect  for  others  are 
two  of  the  unseen  but  real  shields  that 
protect     ladies     even    in     associations 
which    must    surely    stain     or     injure 
natures   of   lower  culture  or  less  poise. 
.     .     .     There    is   a   lady   hidden    in 
every  woman,  as  there  is  a  gentleman  in 
every  man  ;  and  no  matter  how  far  the 
actual  may  be  from   the   possible,  one 
thing  is   certain,  that  a  true  lady  or    a 
true  gentleman  is  always  recognized  and 
acknowledged  by  this  secret  nobility  in 
the  human  heart. 


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WORK    AND    TRUST. 

There   seems  no   good  in   asking  or  in 

humbling ; 
The  mind  incurious  has  the  most  of 

rest; 
If  we  can  live  and  laugh  and  pray,  not 

grumbling, 

'Tis  all  we  can  do  here  —  and  'tis  the 
best. 

The   throbbing  brain  will  burst  its  ten 
der  raiment 

With  futile  force,  to  see  by  finite  light 
How  man's  brief   earning   and   eternal 

payment 

Are  weighed  as  equal  in  the  Infinite 
sight. 

'Tis  all  in  vain  to  struggle  with  abstrac 
tion — 

The  milky  way  that  tempts  our  men 
tal  glass  ; 
The    study  for  mankind   is    earth-born 

action ; 

The  highest  wisdom,  let  the  wonder 
ing  pass. 

The   Lord  knows   best:    He    gave    us 

thirst  for  learning; 
And  deepest  knowledge  of  His  work 

betrays 

No  thirst  left  waterless.     Shall  our  soul- 
yearning, 

Apart  from  all  things,  be  a  quenchless 
blaze  ? 


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CHARACTER    IN    MUSCLE. 

There  is  character  as  well  as  strength 
in  muscle ;  and  little  of  either  in 
flabbiness  or  lard.  .  .  .  Fatness 
and  softness  are  merely  sensuous  ex 
pressions,  or  symptoms  of  disease. 
They  are  non-conductors  of  spiritual 
messages,  stopping  or  deadening  the 
finer  currents  of  enjoyment,  as  an  insu 
lator  stops  electricity. 


BONE    AND    SINEW    AND     BRAIN. 

A  nation's  boast  is  a  nation's  bone, 
As  well  as  its  might  of  mind  ; 

And  the  culture  of  either  of  these  alone 
Is  the  doom  of  a  nation  signed. 

#         *         #         #         #         * 

Ho,  white-maned  waves  of  the  Western 

Sea, 

That  ride  and  roll  to  the  strand  ! 

Ho,  strong-winged  birds,  never  blow  a-lee 

By  the  gales  that  sweep  toward  land ! 

Ye  are  symbols  both  of  a  hope  that  saves, 

As  ye  swoop   in   your  strength  and 

grace, 
As  ye  roll  to  the  land  like  the  billowed 

graves 

Of  a  suicidal  race. 
Ye  have  hoarded  your  strength  in  equal 

parts  ; 

For  the  men  of  the  future  reign 
Must    have   faithful   souls   and   kindly 

hearts, 
And  bone  and  sinew  and  brain. 


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INHERITANCE. 

God  pity  them  all !    God  pity  the  worst ! 

for  the  worst  are  reckless,  and  need 

it  most : 
When  we  trace  the  causes  why  lives  are 

curst  with  the  criminal  taint,  let  no 

man  boast : 
The    race    is    not    run   with   an   equal 

chance :  the  poor  man's  son  carries 

double  weight ; 

Who   have   not,    are   tempted ;   inherit 
ance  is  a  blight  or   a  blessing   of 

man's  estate. 


THE  LOVING  CUP  OF  THE  PAPYRUS. 

For    brotherhood,  not    wine,    this    cup 

should  pass ; 
Its  depths  should  ne'er  reflect  the  eye 

of  malice ; 
Drink  toasts  to  strangers  with  the  social 

glass, 

But  drink  to  brothers  with  this  loving 
chalice. 

And  now,  Papyrus,  each  one  pledge  to 

each: 
And  let  this  formal   tie   be   warmly 

cherished. 
No   words    are    needed    for    a    kindly 

speech  — 

The   loving  thought    will  live   when 
words  have  perished. 


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THE    TEST    OF    TIME. 

Not  on  the  word  alone 
Let  love  depend : 

Neither  by  actions  done 
Choose  ye  the  friend. 

Let  the  slow  years  fly  — 
These  are  the  test; 

Never  to  peering  eye 
Open  the  breast. 

Psyche  won  hopeless  woe, 
Reaching  to  take ; 

Wait  till  your  lilies  grow 
Up  from  the  lake. 


OUR   DUTY    TO    THE    FUTURE     AMERICAN. 

To  make  the  future  American  all  he 
ought  to  be,  physically,  mentally  and 
spiritually,  we  must  build  gymnasiums 
as  well  as  schools  and  churches.  We 
must  honor  the  teaching  of  health  and 
strength  and  beauty,  as  the  Greeks  did, 
as  well  as  the  teaching  of  books  and 
sciences.  We  must  cover  our  incompar 
able  rivers  and  lakes  with  canoes  and 
light  outrigged  boats,  as  we  are  covering 
our  bays  with  white-sailed  yachts.  We 
must  see  that  every  square  fifty  yards 
of  clear  ice  in  winter  is  covered  with 
merry  skaters. 


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FACTS    AND    TRUTHS. 


Facts  are  the  opposite  of  truths. 
Facts  are  mere  pebbles  ;  unrelated  ac 
cretions  of  the  insignificant. 


A    MAN    AND    HIS    FRIEND. 

Too  late  we  learn —  a  man  must  hold  his 

friend 
Un judged,  accepted,  trusted  to  the  end. 


PEACE    IN    POWER. 

There    is    peace    in    power ;    the    men 

who  speak 

With  the  loudest  tongues  do  least ; 
And  the  surest  sign  of  a  mind  that  is 

weak 
Is  its  want  of  the  power  to  rest. 


THE    KIND    WORD    UNSPOKEN. 

The  kindly  word  unpsoken  is  a  sin,  — 
A   sin   that   wraps    itself    in    purest 

guise, 
And    tells    the    heart    that,    doubting, 

looks  within, 

That  not  in  speech,  but  thought,  the 
virtue  lies. 


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A    BLUNDERER. 

The  wise  man  is  sincere ;    but  he  who 

tries 
To  be  sincere,  hap-hazard,  is  not  wise. 


LESSON. 

"  How  shall  I  a  habit  break  ?  " 
As  you  did  that  habit  make. 
As  you  gathered,  you  must  lose  ; 
As  you  yielded,  now  refues. 

Thread   by  thread   the    strands  we 

twist, 

Till  they  bind  us  neck  and  wrist ; 
Thread  by  thread  the  patient  hand 
Must  untwine  ere  free  we  stand. 
As  we  builded,  stone  by  stone, 
We  must  toil  —  unhelped,  alone,  — 
Till  the  wall  is  overthrown. 

But  remember,  as  we  try, 
Lighter  every  test  goes  by ; 
Wading  in,  the  stream  grows  deep 
Toward    the     centre's     downward 

sweep ; 

Backward  turn,  each  step  ashore 
Shallower  is  than  that  before. 

Ah,  the  precious  years  we  waste 
Levelling  what  we  raised  in  haste ; 
Doing  what  must  be  undone 
Ere  content  or  love  be  won  ! 
First  across  the  gulf  we  cast 
Kite-borne   threads,    till   lines   are 

passed, 
And  habit  builds  the  bridge  at  last ! 


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MOTIVE-CENTRES. 

The  motive-centre  of  a  thinker  is  the 
brain  ;  of  a  philanthropist,  the  heart  ;  of 
a  sensualist,  the  belly.  In  the  last-named 
class,  a  kindly,  or  beautiful,  or  devotional 
aspiration  enters  the  mind  and  wanders 
aimlessly  through  the  flabby  muscles, 
straying  off  the  nerve  at  will  ;  for  the 
tissues  have  not  sufficient  consistency  to 
hold  it  on  the  line,  until  it  sinks  gradu 
ally  but  surely  toward  the  marshy  and 
forbidden  wastes  of  appetite,  and  is 
drowned,  like  a  belated  traveller,  in  the 
weedy  morasses  of  the  gastric  centre. 


WORK-TEST    AND    LOVE-TEST. 

As  creeping  tendrils  shudder  from  the- 

stone, 
The   vines   of  love   avoid  the  frigid 

heart ; 

The  work  men  do  is  not  their  test  alone, 
The  love  they  win  is  far  the  better 
chart. 


THE    LOVE    THAT    LIVES. 

True  love  shall  trust,  and  selfish  love 

must  die, 

For  trust  is  peace,  and  self  is  full  of  pain ; 
Arise,  and  heal  thy  brother's  grief  ;  his 

tears 
Shall  wash   thy  love   and   it   will  live 

again. 


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WHEN    GOD    SPEAKS. 

The  Infinite  always  is  silent, 

It  is  only  the  Finite  speaks, 
Our  words  are  the  idle  wave-caps 

On  the  deep  that  never  breaks. 
We   may   question  with  wand    of 
science, 

Explain,  decide,  and  discuss  ; 
But  only  in  meditation 

The  Mystery  speaks  to  us. 


POETS    AND    PROPHETS. 

There  are  two  kinds  of  poets — the 
seers  of  equity  or  truth,  and  the  seers 
of  harmony.  There  is  really  no  differ 
ence  between  them,  except  that  the  for 
mer  see  farther  and  deeper  —  to  them 
appear  the  harmonies  and  discords  of 
systems,  "the  wrong  of  law,"  the  injus 
tices,  sacrifices,  salvations.  These  poets 
ought  to  be  known  by  another  name  — 
they  should  be  called  prophets. 


DOUBT. 

Doubt  is  brother-devil  to  Despair. 


LOSS    AND    DEFEAT. 

Loss  is  an  empty  cup  —  an  overturned 
vessel.  Defeat  in  a  good  contest  means 
a  cup  that  lacks  only  one  or  more  drops 
of  being  completely  full. 


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THE    MEAN    SOUI/S    GAIN. 

The  mean  of  soul  are  sure  their  faults 

to  gloss, 
And  find  a  secret  gain  in  others'  loss. 


AT    BEST. 

From  soul  to  soul  the  shortest  line 

At  best  will  bended  be  ; 
The    ship    that    holds    the    straightest 
course 

Still  sails  the  convex  sea. 


THE    INDESTRUCTIBLE    RIGHT. 

Oppression,  that  kills  the  craven, 
Defied,  is  the  freeman's  good  : 

No  cause  can  be  lost  forever  whose  cost 
Is  coined  from  Freedom's  blood  ! 

Liberty's  wine  and  altar 

Are  blood  and  human  right; 

Her   weak    shall   be    strong   while   the 

struggle  with  wrong 
Is  a  sacrificial  fight. 

Earth  for  the  people  —  their  laws  their 

own  — 

An  equal  race  for  all : 
Though  shattered  and  few  who  to  this 

are  true 
Shall  flourish  the  more  they  fall. 


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A    REASON    FOR    MERCY. 

Then,  for  duty,  I  trusted  again ; 
For  who  should  stand  if  God  were  to 
frown  on  the  twice-told  failures  of 
men. 


REALISM. 

Romantic  literature  belongs  to  the 
domain  of  art,  on  the  same  level  as 
sculpture,  painting,  and  the  drama.  In 
none  of  these  other  expressions  is  the 
abnormal,  the  corrupt,  the  wantonly  re 
pulsive  allowable.  The  line  of  treat 
ment  on  these  subjects  is  definitely 
drawn  and  generally  acknowledged. 
The  unnecessarily  foul  is  unpardonable. 

Why  should  not  the  same  limit  be  ob 
served  in  romantic  literature  ? 

All  art  deals  with  nature  and  truth, 
but  not  with  all  nature  and  all  truth. 


THE    MEASURE    OF    VITALITY. 

The  vitality  of  men  and  nations  may 
be  measured  by  their  devotion  to  ex 
alted  and  unchangeable  principles.  Sec 
ondary  or  inferior  races  pride  them 
selves  on  selfish  and  material  qualities, 
on  their  organizing  capacity  for  securing 
wealth,  luxury,  and  domination.  They 
are  intellectual  machines,  potent  as  a 
wedge  or  an  engine,  or  the  explosion  of 
a  bomb,  —  and  as  limited,  unsympa 
thetic,  and  uninfluential. 


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IRELAND. 

With  what  weapon  must  that  coun 
try  be  struck  where  the  palace  is  a 
temple  of  infamy,  and  the  prison  a 
shrine  of  national  honor  ? 


A  NATION'S  TEST. 
A  nation's  greatness   lies   in  men,  not 

acres  ; 
One  master-mind  is  worth  a  million 

hands. 
No  royal  robes  have  marked  the  planet- 

shakers, 
But   Samson-strength    to    burst    the 

ages'  bands. 
The   might  of  empire  gives   no   crown 

supernal  — 
Athens  is  here  —  but  where  is  Mace- 

don  ? 
A  dozen  lives  make  Greece  and  Rome 

eternal, 

And  England's  fame  might  safely  rest 
on  one. 


FREEDOM'S  MARTYR. 
The  people  that  are  blest 
Have  him  they  love  the  best 
To  mount  the  martyr's   scaffold  when 

they  need  him  ; 
And  vain  the  cords  that  bind 
While  the  nation's  steadfast  mind, 
Like  the  needle  to  the  pole,  is  true  to 
freedom  ! 


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THE    SEED    OF    SACRIFICE. 

The  greatest  service  a  man  can  do  for 
a  good  cause  is  to  die  for  it.  No  man's 
life  or  work,  however  illustrious,  is  so 
potential  as  a  martyr's  death.  The 
cause  for  which  men  are  willing  to  die 
can  never  be  destroyed.  There  is  no 
seed  so  infallible  and  so  fruitful  as  the 
seed  of  human  sacrifice. 


ROBERT    EMMET. 

He  teaches  the    secret   of  manhood  — 

the     watchword     of     those     who 

aspire  — 
That  men  must  follow  freedom  though 

it  lead  through  blood  and  fire ; 
That  sacrifice    is    the     bitter    draught 

which  freemen  still  must  quaff  — 
That  every  patriotic  life  is  the  patriot's 

epitaph. 


TIME    AND    GREAT    MEN. 

Great  men  grow  greater  by  the  lapse  of 

time: 
We  know  those  least  whom  we  have 

seen  the  latest ; 
And  they,  'mongst  those  whose  names 

have  grown  sublime, 
Who  worked  for  Human  Liberty,  are 
greatest. 


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THE    HIGHER    BEING. 

A  man's  higher  being  is  knowing  and 
seeing,  not  having  and  toiling  for 
more; 

In  the  senses  and  soul  is  the  joy  of  con 
trol,  not  in  pride  or  luxurious  store. 


ENGLAND    AND    IRELAND. 

The  strength  of  England  is,  and  al 
ways  has  been,  material  force ;  organi 
zation ;  concentration;  weight  of 
stroke ;  selfishness  of  purpose.  Her 
power  has  marched  through  the  cen 
turies  and  the  nations  like  a  mail-clad 
battalion,  plowing  its  way,  repellent,  un 
sympathetic,  defying  criticism,  bound 
on  the  seizure  of  its  prey,  disregarding 
the  opinions  of  mankind.  The  power 
that  Ireland  has  exerted  through  her  ban 
ished  millions,  is  immaterial,  diffused, 
intellectual,  spiritual ;  the  very  opposite 
to  that  of  England.  But  it  is  the  power 
of  the  steam,  as  compared  to  the  power 
of  the  water.  So  far  the  nations  repre 
sent  opposites  :  One  concussion ;  the 
other  conversion.  One  a  threat ;  the 
other  an  argument.  One  repels ;  the 
other  attracts.  One  makes  enemies ; 
the  other  makes  friends.  One  wastes 
its  own  strength  in  every  effort ;  the 
other  increases  its  power  with  every  ex 
ertion.  Ireland  appeals  through  her 
scattered  children  and  their  descendants 
to  the  consciences  of  men. 


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EDMUND    BURKE. 

Eaces  or  sects  were  to  him  a  profanity : 
Hindoo  and  Negro  and  Kelt  were  as 

one; 

Large  as  mankind  was  his  splendid  hu 
manity, 

Large  in  its  record  the  work  he  has 
done. 


o  CONNELL. 

He  roused  the  farms,  —  he  made  the  serf 

a  yeoman ; 
He  drilled  his  millions  and  he  faced 

the  foe ; 
But  not  with  lead  or  steel  he  struck  the 

f  oeman : 
Reason  the  sword  —  and  human  right 

the  blow. 
#         *         *         #         #         * 

He  fought  for  faith — but  with  no  nar 
row  spirit ; 
With  ceaseless  hand  the  bigot  laws  he 

smote ; 
One  chart,  he  said,  all  mankind  should 

inherit,  — 

The  right  to  worship  and  the  right  to 
vote. 

Always  the  same  —  but  yet  a  glinting 

prism ; 

For  wit,  law,  statecraft,  still  a  master- 
hand  ; 
An  "uncrowned  king"  whose   people's 

love  was  chrism  ; 
His  title  —  Liberator  of  his  Land  ! 


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THOMAS    MOORE. 

We  take  Tom  Moore  as  God  sent  him 
— not  only  the  sweetest  song-writer  of 
Ireland,  but  ...  the  first  song 
writer  in  the  English  language,  not  even 
excepting  Burns.  ...  He  preserved 
the  music  of  his  nation  and  made  it  im 
perishable.  It  can  never  be  lost  again 
till  English  ceases  to  be  spoken.  He 
struck  it  out  like  a  golden  coin,  with 
Erin's  stamp  on  it,  and  it  has  become 
current  and  unquestioned  in  all  civilized 
nations. 


WORD    AND    DEED. 

The  Word   is   great,   and   no   Deed   is 

greater, 
When  both  are  of  God,  to  follow  or 

lead; 
But,  alas,  for  the  truth  when  the  Word 

comes  later, 

With  questioned  steps,  to  sustain  the 
Deed. 


SOCIAL    OSTRACISM   AND    SLAVERY. 

To  insult  and  degrade  a  free  man  and 
tie  his  hands  with  social  and  statute 
wires,  that  cut  and  burn  as  well  as  re 
strain,  is  worse  than  to  seize  him  bodily 
and  yoke  him  to  a  dray  as  a  slave. 


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THE    IRISH-AMERICANS. 

No   treason  we  bring  from  Erin  —  nor 

bring  we  shame  nor  guilt ! 
The  sword  we  hold  may  be  broken,  but 

we  have  not  dropped  the  hilt ! 
The   wreath   we   bear    to    Columbia   is 

twisted  of  thorns,  not  bays  ; 
And  the  songs  we  sing  are  saddened  by 

thoughts  of  desolate  days. 
But   the   hearts  we  bring  for  Freedom 

are  washed  in  the  surge  of  tears  ; 
And  we  claim  our  right  by  a  People's 

fight  outliving  a  thousand  years  ! 


MAKE  PEACE  AT  THE  SOURCE  OF  ENMITY. 

There  is  another  American  reason 
why  we  should  continue  this  Irish  agi 
tation.  The  elements  of  our  population 
are  mainly  in  the  East  descended  from 
England  and  Ireland,  and  they  inherit 
a  prejudice,  an  unfriendliness  —  an  un 
natural,  artifical,  ignorant  antipathy  on 
both  sides.  That  unnatural  condition 
of  distrust  and  dislike  should  cease  in 
America,  and  we  should  amalgamate  in 
to  one  race,  one  great  unified,  self-lov 
ing  American  people ;  but  that  condi 
tion  will  never  come  until  peace  is  made 
between  the  sources  of  the  two  races. 
Their  descendants  in  this  country  will 
always  be  facing  each  other  in  antagon 
ism,  discontent,  and  distrust,  until  En 
gland  sits  down  and  shakes  hands  freely 
with  Ireland. 


TYRANTS. 

Tyrants  are  part  of  the  people  them 
selves  —  the  diseased  part,  and  this  dis 
ease  is  not  local,  to  be  cured  with  a 
knife,  but  constitutional,  and  only  to  be 
reached  by  the  medicine  of  equity,  mo 
rality,  and  self-respect. 


JOHN    MITCHEL. 

0,  for  a  tongue  to  utter 

The  words  that  should  be  said  — 
Of  his  worth  that  was  silver,  living, 

That  is  gold  and  jasper,  dead  ! 

Dead  !  but  the  death  was  fitting  : 
His  life  to  the  latest  breath, 

Was  poured  like  wax  on  the  Chart  of 

Eight, 
And  is  sealed  by  the  stamp  of  Death ! 


BOSTON    AND    REVOLUTIONS. 

Boston  knows  the  difference  between 
mobs  and  revolutions.  Her  history 
tells  her  that  a  mob  is  a  disease,  while 
a  revolution  is  a  cure ;  that  a  mob  has 
ouly  passion  and  ignorance,  while  a  revo 
lution  has  conviction  and  a  soul; 
that  a  mob  is  barren,  while  a  revolution 
is  fruitful;  that  the  leaders  of  a  mob 
are  miscreants  to  be  condemned,  while 
the  leaders  of  a  revolution  are  heroes  to 
be  honored  forever. 


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THE     LESSON    OF     CBISPUS    ATTUCKS. 

Honor   to    Crispns   Attacks,   who   was 

leader  and  voice  that  day, 
The   first   to  defy  and  the  first  to  die 

with  Maverick,  Carr,  and  Gray. 
Call  it  riot  or  revolution,  his  hand  first 

clenched  at  the  crown ; 
His  feet  were  the  first  in  perilous  place 

to  pull  the  king's  flag  down ; 
His  heart  was  the  first  one  rent  apart 

that  liberty's  stream  might  flow ; 
For  our  freedom  now  and  forever,  his 

head  was  the  first  laid  low. 
****** 

O,  planter  of  seed  in  thought  and  deed 
has  the  year  of  right  revolved, 

And  brought  the  Negro  patriot's  cause 
with  its  problem  to  be  solved  ? 

His  blood  streamed  first  for  the  build 
ing,  and  through  all  the  century's 
years, 

Our  growth  of  story  and  fame  of  glory 
are  mixed  with  his  blood  and  tears. 
****** 

And  so,  must  we  come  to  the  learning 

of  Boston's  lesson  to-day ; 
The  moral  that  Crispus  Attucks  taught 

in  the  old  heroic  way  : 
God  made  mankind  to  be  one  in  blood, 

as  one  in  spirit  and  thought; 
And  so  great  a  boon,  by  a  brave  man's 

death,  is  never  dearly  bought ! 


LEGAL    SINS. 

There  is  never  a  legal  sin    but    grows 
to  the  law's  disaster. 


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POLITICS. 


The  highest  interest  of  politics  is  the 
selfish  interest  of  the  people     .     .     . 
Social  equity  is  based  on  principles  of 
justice  ;  political  change  on  the  opinion 
of  a  time. 


WENDELL    PHILLIPS. 

A  sower  of  infinite  seed  was  he,  a  wood 
man  that  hewed  toward  the  light, 

Who  dared  to  be  traitor  to  Union  when 
Union  was  traitor  to  Right ! 


A    LIVING    FLAG. 

The  veteran  of  the  war  is  dearer  and 
nearer  even  than  the  flag.  He  is  a  liv 
ing  flag,  starred  and  scarred. 


THE    LAND    ACCURSED. 

Wherever  a  principle  dies  — 
Nay,  principles  never  die  ! 

But  wherever  a  ruler  lies, 
And  a  people  share  the  lie , 

Where  right  is  crushed  by  force, 
And  manhood  is  stricken  dead  — 

There  dwelleth  the  ancient  curse, 
And  the  blood  on  the  earth  is  red. 


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SOLDIER    AND    CITIZEN. 

God  send  us  peace,  and  keep  red  strife 

away; 
But  should  it  come,  God  send  us  men 

and  steel! 
The  land  is  dead  that  dare  not  face  the 

day 

When  foreign  danger  threats  the  com 
mon  weal. 

Defenders  strong  are  they  that  homes 

defend ; 
From  ready  arms  the   spoiler   keeps 

afar. 
Well  blest  the  country  that  has  sons  to 

lend 
From  trades  of  peace  to  learn  the  trade 

of  war. 

Thrice  blest  the  nation  that  has  every 

son 
A    soldier,    ready    for    the    warning 

sound ; 
Who  marches  homeward  when  the  fight 

is  done, 

To  swing  the  hammer  and  to  till  the 
ground. 

* 


Design  is  impotent  if  Nature  frown. 

No  deathless  pile  has  grown  from  in 
tellect. 

Immortal  things  have  God  for  architect, 

And  men  are  but  the  granite  He  lays 
down. 


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THE    NEGRO    AMERICAN. 


The  negro  is  the  only  graceful,  musi 
cal,  color-loving  American.  He  is  the 
only  American  who  has  written  new 
songs  and  composed  new  music.  He  is 
the  most  spiritual  of  Americans,  for  he 
worships  with  soul  and  not  with  narrow 
mind.  For  him  religion  is  to  be  be 
lieved,  accepted  like  the  very  voice  of 
God,  and  not  invented,  contrived,  rea 
soned  about,  shaded,  and  made  fashiona 
bly  lucrative  and  marketable,  as  it  is 
made  by  too  many  white  Americans. 

The  negro  is  a  new  man,  a  free  man, 
a  spiritual  man,  a  hearty  man  ;  and  he 
can  be  a  great  man  if  he  will  avoid 
modeling  himself  on  the  whites. 


THE    TORY. 


Patrician,   aristocrat,   Tory  —  whatever 

his  age  or  name, 
To  the  people's  rights  and  liberties,  a 

traitor  ever  the  same. 
The  natural  crowd  is    a   mob   to   him, 

their  prayer  a  vulgar  rhyme ; 
The  free  man's  speech  is  sedition,  and 

the  patriot's  deed  a  crime  : 
Whatever  the  race,  the  law,  the    land, 

—  whatever  the  time  or  throne,  — 
The  Tory  is  always  a  traitor  to  every 

class  but  his  own. 


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SOCIAL  DANGERS  AND  THE  HIGHER    LAW. 

The  evil  cannot  be  stamped  out;  it 
must  be  soothed  out  by  Christian  gentle 
ness  and  generosity.  The  social  dangers 
of  our  time  can  only  be  averted  by  a 
higher  order  of  law.  The  relations  of 
men  and  nations  must  be  made  equita 
ble  or  they  will  be  shattered  by  the 
wrath  of  the  injured,  who  can  so  readily 
appeal  to  destructive  agencies  hitherto 
unknown. 


BEWARE    OF    THE    WRONGED. 

Take  heed  of  your  civilization,  ye,  on 
your  pyramids  built  of  quivering 
hearts  ; 

There  are  stages,  like  Paris  in  '93, 
where  the  commonest  men  play 
most  terrible  parts. 

Your  statutes  may  crush  but  they  can 
not  kill  the  patient  sense  of  a  natu 
ral  right : 

It  may  slowly  move,  but  the  People's 
will,  like  the  ocean  o'er  Holland,  is 
always  in  sight. 

"  It  is  not  our  fault !  "  say  the  rich  ones. 
No ;  'tis  the  fault  of  a  system  old 
and  strong ; 

But  men  are  the  makers  of  systems ;  so 
the  cure  will  come  if  we  own  the 
wrong. 

It  will  come  in  peace  if  the  man-right 
lead  ;  it  will  sweep  in  storm  if  it  be 
denied : 


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The  law  to  bring  justice  is  always  de 

creed;  and  on  every  hand  are  the 

warnings  cried. 
Take  heed  of  your  Progress  !     Its  feet 

have  trod  on  the  souls  it  slew  with 

its  own  pollutions  ; 
Submission  is  good;    but  the  order  of 

God  may  flame  the  torch  of  the  rev 

olutions  ! 
Beware   with   your  Classes  !     Men   are 

men,  and  a  cry  in  the  night  is   a 

fearful  teacher  ; 
When    it    reaches    the    heart    of    the 

masses,  then  they  need  but  a  sword 

for  a  judge  and  preacher. 
Take  heed,  for  your  Juggernaut  pushes 

hard  ;  God  holds  the  doom  that  its 

day  completes  ; 
It  will  dawn  like  a  fire  when  the  track 

is  barred  by  a  barricade  in  the  city 

streets. 


THE  FLOWER  OF  THE  TREE  OF  FORCE. 

The  hand  is  the  symbol  of  the  people  ; 
the  sword,  of  the  lord :  the  barracks,  of 
the  king;  and  the  ironclad,  of  the  em 
peror.  If  there  were  any  higher  means 
of  centralizing  force,  there  would  be  a 
rank  still  higher  than  imperalism.  But 
when  the  tree  of  Force  has  reached  its 
full  growth,  it  must  flower,  and  fall  in 
seed.  The  flower  of  force  is  the  jewelled 
crown  of  an  emperor,  and  the  seed  of 
that  gaudy  flower,  with  its  roots  in  the 
toiling  hearts  of  the  millions,  is  unrest, 
disorder,  and  rebellion. 


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HEAPING    THE    WHIRLWIND. 

Emperors,  stand  to  the  bar !  Chancel 
lors,  halt  at  the  barracks  ! 

Landlords  and  Lawlords  and  Tradelords, 
the  spectres  you  conjured  have 
risen  — 

Communists,  Socialists,  Nihilists,  Eent- 
rebels,  Strikers,  behold ! 

They  are  fruit  of  the  seed  you  have 
sown  —  God  has  prospered  your 
planting.  They  come 

Prom  the  earth,  like  the  army  of  death. 
You  have  sowed  the  teeth  of  the 
dragon ! 

Hark  to  the  bay  of  the  leader  !  You 
shall  hear  the  roar  of  the  pack 

As  sure  as  the  stream  goes  seaward. 
The  crust  on  the  crater  beneath  you 

Shall  crack  and  crumble  and  sink,  with 
your  laws  and  rules 

That  grind  the  rent  from  the  tiller's 
blood  for  drones  to  spend  — 

That  hold  the  teeming  planet  as  a  gar 
den  plot  for  a  thousand  — 
*         *         #         #         #         * 

As  sure  as  the  Spirit  of  God  is  Truth, 
this  Truth  shall  reign, 

And  the  trees  and  lowly  brutes  shall 
cease  to  be  higher  than  men. 

God  purifies  slowly  by  peace,  but  ur 
gently  by  fire. 


THE    HEBREW    RACE. 

The  greatest  race  —  taking  its  vicissi 
tudes  and  its  achievements,  its  numbers 
and  its  glories  —  that  ever  existed. 


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THE    ARISTOCRAT. 


It  is  not  the  sea,  but  the  separated 
pool  that  rots  ;  and  so  it  is  not  the  com 
mon  people,  but  the  separated  class  of 
humanity  that  rots  —  the  aristocrat,  the 
idle  man,  the  man  on  horseback,  the  fel 
low  who  has  ruled  Europe  for  centuries. 


BLUE    BLOOD    IN    AMERICA. 

Thank  God  for  a  land  where  pride  is 

clipped,    where    arrogance      stalks 

apart ; 
Where    law   and   song  and  loathing  of 

wrong  are  the  words  of  the  common 

heart ; 
Where  the  masses  honor  straightforward 

strength,  and  know,  when  veins  are 

bled, 
That  the  bluest  blood  is  putrid  blood  — 

that  the  people's  blood  is  red  ! 


A    SEED. 

A  kindly  act  is  a  kernel  sown, 
That  will  grow  to  a  goodly  tree, 

Shedding  its  fruit  when   time  has  flown 
Down  the  gulf  of  Eternity. 


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What  song  is  best  for  the  soldiers  ? 

Take  no  heed  of  the  words,  nor  choose 
you  the  style  of  the  story  ; 

Let  it  burst  out  from  the  heart  like  a 
spring  from  the  womb  of  a  moun 
tain. 

Natural,  clear,  resistless,  leaping  its  way 
to  the  levels ; 

Whether  of  love  or  hate  or  war  or  the 
pathos  and  pain  of  affliction ; 

Whether  of  manly  pluck  in  the  perilous 
hour,  or  that  which  is  higher, 

And  highest  of  all,  the  slowly  bleeding 
sacrifice, 

The  giving  of  life  and  its  joys  for  the 
sake  of  men  and  freedom  ;  — 

Any  song  for  the  soldier  that  will  har 
monize  with  the  life-throbs ; 

For  he  has  laved  in  the  mystical  sea  by 
which  men  are  one  ; 

His  pulse  has  thrilled  into  blinding  tune 
with  the  vaster  anthems 

Which  God  plays  on  the  battle-fields 
when  He  sweeps  the  strings  of  na 
tions, 

And  the  song  of  the  earth-planet  bursts 
on  the  silent  spheres, 

Shot  through  like  the  cloud  of  Etna 
with  flames  of  heroic  devotion, 

And  shaded  with  quivering  lines  from 
the  mourning  of  women  and  chil 
dren ! 


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THE  LIFE  OF  THE  TREE  OF  LIBERTY. 

The  blood  of  tyrants  is  infertile, 
lethal,  poisonous,  to  the  tree  of  liberty 
or  any  other  tree  of  life.  The  carcasses 
of  all  the  tyrants  on  earth  might  be 
emptied  on  the  roots  of  the  tree  of  lib 
erty  and  it  would  die  of  drought. 

The  tree  of  liberty  will  never  enfoli- 
ate  and  bear  fruit  unless  it  be  watered 
from  the  well  of  justice,  independence 
and  fair  play  in  the  hearts  of  the  peo 
ple.  Not  by  the  blood  of  tyrants,  but 
by  the  blood  of  good  men,  is  the  tree  of 
liberty  kept  alive  and  nourishing. 


THE    UNION    OF    FREEMEN. 

The  races  that  band  for  plunder  are  the 
mud  of  the  human  stream, 

The  base  and  the  coward  and  sordid, 
without  an  unselfish  gleam. 

It  is  mud  that  unites ;  but  the  sand  is 
free  —  ay,  every  grain  is  free, 

And  the  freedom  of  individual  men  is 
the  highest  of  liberty. 

It  is  mud  that  coheres ;  but  the  sand  is 
free,  till  the  lightning  smite  the 
shore, 

And  smelt  the  grains  to  a  crystal  mass, 
to  return  to  sand  no  more. 


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THE  DEMOX  OF  MODERX  PROGRESS. 

Out  of  Feudalism  has  come  a  new 
monster,  even  more  terrible,  more  self 
ish,  more  insatiable,  and  more  powerful. 
Its  eyes  are  science,  its  limbs  and  claws 
are  brass  and  steel,  and  its  life  is  steam 
and  electricity.  Its  name  is  Progress.  Its 
right  arm  is  the  organization  of  capital. 
It  has  seized  on  the  common  people  as 
its  prey,  and  they  are  powerless  in  its 
grip.  It  makes  laws,  and  declares  that 
they  are  just  and  eternal.  It  is  trying 
to  make  a  new  morality,  in  which  itself 
shall  take  the  place  of  God.  From  this 
the  people  can  only  be  saved  by  great 
hearts  that  feel  for  all  the  weak  ones, 
and  cultured  brains  that  think  for  them. 
****** 

The  millions  are  no  longer  still,  like  a 
swamp,  disorganized  and  divided  by  its 
weeds  and  mud-banks .  Time  and  knowl 
edge  have  broken  down  many  divisions; 
the  waters  are  beginning  to  unite  like  a 
sea,  forceful,  fraternal;  and  like  a  sea 
they  are  moving  to  the  influences  that 
pass  over  them. 

May  the  future  send  wise  voices  rising 
to  guide  from  unselfish  hearts.  The 
struggle  will  end,  as  all  natural  contests 
must  end,  in  the  triumph  of  mercy, 
morality  and  freedom,  for  these  are  the 
law  of  God.  But  its  end  may  be  in 
definitely  delayed  for  the  want  of  wise 
and  good  men  to  lead  the  masses. 


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ORATOR. 

There  are  dignity  and  power  in  his 
hand  if  he  be  true  to  himself,  which 
consists  in  being  true  to  his  people. 
Let  no  weak  nerve  draw  him  for  an  in 
stant  from  their  loving  association. 
Their  virtues  are  his  own;  let  him  labor 
to  reduce  their  faults.  The  Anglo-Saxon 
will  accept  him  only  when  he  has  proved 
his  strength  in  the  mass.  .  .  Negro 
strength  is  in  negro  unity ;  and  it  must 
so  continue  till  the  crust  of  white  pride, 
prejudice,  and  ignorance  is  broken,  torn 
off,  and  trampled  into  dust  forever. 
Then,  and  not  till  then,  Clement  Gar- 
nett  Morgan  can  be  a  cosmopolitan. 
Until  then  he  must  be  a  faithful,  for 
bearing,  helpful,  and  self-respecting 
negro. 


A    WHITE  ROSE. 

The  red  rose  whispers  of  passion, 

And  the  white  rose  breathes  of  love  ; 

Oh,  the  red  rose  is  a  falcon, 
And  the  white  rose  is  a  dove. 

But  I  send  you  a  cream- white  rose-bud 
With  a  flush  on  its  petal  tips  ; 

For  the  love  that  is  purest  and  sweetest 
Has  a  kiss  of  desire  on  the  lips. 


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THE    BANYAN    TREE    OF    EVIL. 


The  tree  of  evil  is  a  banyan  —  its 
roots  drop  from  above  ;  its  blood  is  not 
drawn  directly  from  the  soil,  but  pours 
from  the  heart  of  the  main  stem,  which 
you  think  healthy.  Its  diseased 
branches  ramify  through  the  admirable 
limbs,  and  cannot  be  separated  with  a 
knife.  ...  I  have  followed  the 
main  root  of  the  criminal  plant  till  I 
found  it  disappear  beneath  the  throne  ; 
and  its  lateral  issues  run  through  and 
under  the  titled  and  hereditary  circles 
that  ring  the  monarch. 


LIVE    IN    TO-DAY. 

0,  the  rare  spring  flowers !  take  them  as 

they  come : 
Do  not  wait  for  summer  buds  —  they 

may  never  bloom. 
Every  sweet  to-day  sends,  we  are  wise 

to  save ; 
Roses  bloom  for  pulling;  the  path  is  to 

the  grave. 


THE     SCAR    THAT    IS    A     STAR. 

The  highest  honor  that  a  man  can 
bear  in  life  or  death  is  the  scar  of  a 
chain  borne  in  a  good  cause. 


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IRELAND    FOR    ALL    MEN'S    FREEDOM. 

"  0  Bride  of  the  Sea !    may  the   world 

know  your  laughter 
As  well  as  it  knows  your  tears  ! 

As  your  past  was   for   Freedom,  so   be 

your  hereafter  : 
And  through  all  your  coming  years 

May  no  weak  race  be  wronged,  and  no 
strong  robber  feared ; 

To   oppressors    grow  hateful,  to   slaves 
more  endeared ; 

Till  the  world  comes  to  know  that  the 
test  of  a  cause 

Is  the  hatred  of  tyrants,  and  Erin's  ap 
plause  ! " 


LIFE    AND    LOVE. 

The  meteor-stone  is  dense  and  dark  in 

space, 
But  bursts  in  flame  when  through  the 

air  it  rushes  ; 

And  our  dull  life  is  like  an  aerolite 
That  leaps  to  fire  within  the  sphere  of 

love. 


SHAM    BRAVERY. 

Applause  the  bold  man  wins,  respect  the 

grave ; 
Some,    only    being    not    modest,    think 

they're  brave. 


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THE    NEGRO    AND    POLITICAL    PARTIES. 

If  I  were  a  colored  man  I  should  use 
parties  as  I  would  a  club — to  break 
down  prejudices  against  my  people.  I 
shouldn't  talk  about  being  true  to  any 
party,  except  so  far  as  that  party  was 
true  to  me.  Parties  care  nothing  for 
you  only  to  use  you.  You  should  use 
parties ;  the  highest  party  you  have  in 
this  country  is  your  own  manhood. 
That  is  the  thing  in  danger  from  all 
parties ;  that  is  the  thing  that  every 
colored  American  is  bound  in  his  duty 
to  himself  and  his  children  to  defend 
and  protect. 


AUSTRALIA. 

Nation  of  sun  and  sin, 
Thy  flowers  and  crimes  are  red, 
And  thy  heart  is  sore  within 
While  the  glory  crowns  thy  head. 
Land  of  the  songless  birds, 
What  was  thine  ancient  crime, 
Burning  through  lapse  of  time 
Like  a  prophet's  cursing  words  ? 

Aloes  and  myrrh  and  tears 
Mix  in  thy  bitter  wine: 
Drink,  while  the  cup  is  thine, 
Drink,  for  the  draught  is  sign 
Of  thy  reign  in  the  coming  years. 


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BOSTON. 


Boston  is  a  great  city,  because  any 
day  you  can  meet  great  men  on  its 
streets.  They  belong  to  the  town; 
everybody  knows  them,  young  and  old. 
When  they  pass,  the  people  look  at 
them  with  pleasure,  as  at  something 
noble  and  famous  which  is  nearer  to 
them  than  to  outsiders.  By  their  con 
stant  presence  it  has  come  to  pass  that 
Boston  is  accustomed  to  great  reputa 
tions.  Who  that  could  meet  on  their 
own  familiar  streets  world-famous  men 
like  Emerson,  Longfellow,  Whittier, 
Holmes,  Lowell,  Whipple,  could  resist 
the  desire  to  know  ivhy  they  were 
famous  ?  And  this  is  why  Boston  men, 
women  and  children  have  read  higher 
books  and  can  judge  them  better  than 
the  people  of  any  other  American  city 
—  if  not  of  any  city  in  the  world,  since 
that  glorious  time  in  Florence  when 
could  be  seen  such  men  as  Donatello, 
Verrochio,  Lorenzo  de  Medici,  Leonardo 
da  Vinci,  Machiavelli,  Savonarola, 
Michael  Angelo  and  Raphael  .  Marvel 
lous  time  !  A  living  university  in  the 
streets  !  A  people  attuned  to  the  most 
exalted  notes  by  a  comprehension  of 
their  own  illustrious  men  ! 


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LOVE  ANCHORED. 


Those  we  love  truly  never  die, 
Though  year  by  year  the  sad  memorial 

wreath, 
A  ring  and  flowers,  types   of  life    and 

death, 
Are  laid  upon  their  graves. 

For  death  the  pure  life  saves, 
And  life  all  pure  is  love  :  and  love  can 

reach 
From  heaven  to  earth,  and  nobler  lessons 

teach 
Than  those  by  mortals  read. 

Well   blest  is   he  who  has  a  dear  one 

dead; 
A  friend  he  has  whose  face  will  never 

change  — 
A  dear  communion  that  will  not  grow 

strange  ; 
The  anchor  of  a  love  is  death. 


BEYOND  THE  GRASP  OF  DEATH. 

There  is  no  contest  ultimate  —  not 
even  that  awful  one  when  we  are  called 
on  to  strip  and  wrestle  with  Death. 
Even  then,  though  the  trial  be  fore 
doomed,  the  prize  is  not  ultimate.  Death 
cannot  carry  away  everything  from  the 
man  he  has  thrown.  The  prize,  indeed, 
is  precious,  for  he  hangs  the  life  of  a 
man  on  his  awful  breast.  But  behind 


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the  passage  of  the  victor  lives  on  the 
faithful  labor  of  the  dead  man,  and 
the  truth,  the  kindness,  the  public 
spirit,  the  noble  example,  and  the  good 
name.  These  remain  as  a  blessing  and 
a  pride,  even  when  the  dear  hand  of  the 
priest  closes  the  eyes,  and  his  prayer 
ascends  over  the  senseless  clay. 


AN    AUTOBIOGRAPHY. 

He   ruled  no   serfs,    and  he   knew   no 
pride ; 

He  was  one  with  the  workers  side  by 
side; 

He  hated  a  mill,  and   a  mine,   and   a 
town, 

With  their  fever  of  misery,  struggle,  re 
nown  ; 

He  could  never  believe  but  a  man  was 
made 

For    a  nobler   end  than  the  glory  of 
trade. 

For  the  youth  he  mourned  with  an  end 
less  pity 

Who  were  cast  like  snow  on  the  streets 
of  the  city. 

He  was  weak,  maybe;    but  he  lost  no 
friend  ; 

Who  loved  him   once,  loved  on  to  the 

end. 

He  mourned  all  selfish  and  shrewd  en 
deavor  ; 

But   he   never   injured   a   weak   one  — 
never. 


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When    censure    was    passed,    he     was 

kindly  dumb  ; 
He  was  never  so  wise  but  a  fault  would 

come  ; 
He  was  never  so  old  that  he  failed  to 

enjoy 
The  games  and  the  dreams  he  had  loved 

when  a  boy. 
He   erred,   and  was    sorry  ;    but   never 

drew 
A   trusting   heart   from   the   pure    and 

true. 
When  friends  look  back  from  the  years 

to  be, 
God  grant  they  may  say  such  things  of 

me. 


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